The Story of Mix, Max and Mex

Author: SEPOULVEDA LOUIS

Translation: ACHILLEAS KYRIAKIDIS

When the mouse was comfortable on the cat's neck, with his hands clasped in the hairs under his ears, Mix shook his tail hard, letting an unprecedented fever take over, crawling almost to the limit between the roof and the gap , with slow movements he gathered his body on his hind legs, waited for all that force related to the big cats, the tiger, the lion, the jaguar to flood him, and then he jumped, stretching his body like a shuttle. Cats like them because they are mysterious, dignified and independent. When I met little Mix, a cat that my son Max had adopted from the Munich Animal Welfare Society, I was struck by the dignity of this little cat that fit in my skirt. Mix grew up continuing to impress me, because on the face he did not look like any other cat. It had an ornate profile, Greek, that caught the attention of everyone.