The new life
If I had been capable of counting, I wouldn’t have had the time to arrive until five since I woke up, at the third breath I started sneezing really bad and the shocks really hurt my sewed paw. Still dazed from the sedative, who must've reacted with the wine and the vodka of the night before, I looked around me to undertake the reason of that sudden crisis. I nearly got a blow: stationed in front of me, at a safety distance, there was an Persian cat with white and fluffy hair… and I’ve always been allergic to cat’s hair! I had found out a long time ago when one day, like all dogs sooner or later do, I had decided to measure my ability to catch cats (not an easy thing, given their cunning and agility). So like a cat couldn't consider itself as so until it wouldn't have caught a
