In the morning, the cat grabbed me by the collar of my robe and shook me insistently: Wake up, I have something incredible to tell you. I'd gone to bed late, and at first, I couldn't believe it-I'd slept almost until noon. You know that job I was telling you I absolutely need? she continued while meticulously grooming herself with her tongue. I got it. Now I can start saving up to buy a ticket for the spaceship and visit my family. I started purring with happiness and climbed up the curtain.
Florentina Ghițescu
Someone said that when a man is sad and lonely, God sends him a dog. A cat came to me at my daughter's insistence. As a child I wouldn't have dared to ask my parents for a pet, as my mother was obsessed with order and cleanliness. It took a lot of begging because I didn't understand what an animal cloudseeding in the house. After 14 years, I can say that cats are not animals and are not from Mars. Cats are lumps of cuddliness with paws and fur sent by God to teach us about love.
Alexandra Buhudini
Hi, my name is Heri Pokăr and I'm an alcoholicist. You mean an alcoholic. No, Heri said it clearly. Entire generations of us have been alcoholicists. That's how it feels, that's how it's said. Briefly. Like a shot of tequila. We don't drag out the vowels. That's the job of the academicians. And what about the man? Nothing. He does it with me. He cleans my chakras, he increases my hertzes, so I can catch the right waves, he changes my Zen sand, purring healingly. The cats each took a person under their arm and raised a glass of milk. Therapy could wait.
(Translated by Cristina Ioana Bontea / University of Bucharest, Faculty of Foreign Languages and Literatures, MTTLC, year II / Corrected by Silvia Petrescu, coordinator of the translations)
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