The Grey Cat

I didn’t know cats could growl, but Roberto’s grey cat was definitely snarling around us whenever we were visiting.



When we were sitting around the living room, the beautiful little panther would walk among us emitting a deep, menacing growl.



Nobody dared to engage with the cat, we kind of pretend not to notice the threat.

After her display of discontent the angry feline would leave the room with obvious contempt for us, the annoying visitors.



During a football match, when everyone was cheering and jeering, I (not much of a football fan) had a nap on a chair strategically placed in a quiet corner.



Half asleep, I felt the alarming presence of the cat circling me like a shark before the attack.

In the hope she would spare me I decided to play dead and kept my eyes closed.



She came so close (too close for my taste) to my face that I could feel her whiskers on my cheek. I was simply too scared to move.



To my utter amazement, she delicately put her cheek to mine and hugged my neck with her soft front paws.



Then, when she got me in total awe, she stated purring.