The tomcats’ nightmare
“At some point, one cat with a frayed ear stood out from the mob. He had a white star on his forehead. To begin with, I thought it had been painted, it was so beautiful. But I was going to be convinced soon of how real it was. You could see he had been marked by God: the white star was a sign of his goodness. In his hand he was holding a little flower picked up from the Great Plain. It was as if he had come there to pick up flowers for his sweetheart, not for a rat hunt! He was completely different from the others! He intervened in the chat, too:
‘I don’t know what you think, but my opinion is that what’s happening is not clean,’ he said doubtfully. ‘Look at this Flea how small and frail he is, but he had the courage to try and poke our comrade’s eye out! Who knows
