In the last two weeks, my family has adopted a kitty named Freya. She isn't the first cat in our life, because nowadays we are living with another one called Holly Blue who is ten years old.

When the oldest arrived at our home when she was young, Holly had an odd bond with me: she was always around me, she went to the parts of the house where I stayed and she always slept with me at night. Now, the story is repeating: Freya is doing the same.

So, this strange coincidence is making me think that I have something special with cats, because with dogs it has never been the same. It could be that in a past life I was a cat and they notice that? I will never know, so I should just enjoy the situation.


By Ana Carrió Carnero
From class: Saturday  A.M.  First (Jenni)