A lovely, tiny beast that looks like a lynx or Mozart when he wore that silly wig that suited him so well. In a few years, I’ll find out whether it’s a real lynx or just an ordinary cat. Or not.
Anyway, we found Mozart in the fourth circle of hell on the Path, surrounded by nobody and nothing, not even fucked up farms. Area: WHAT THE HELL IS WATER ANYWAY? And then you see a kitten in the middle of the road, looking at its feet, lost and wandering who knows where. The difficult road was killing hikers left and right. If you ask me, that’s the most boring part of Camino. Sweet Mary and Joseph! “Sir, you still have that black gun, don’t ya?”
At the end of the day, the kitten ended up in an albergo with us. What are we supposed to do with it? After some intense pondering, I decided to find the cat a lovely home or the warmth every “kid” deserves, if you decided for this path, which is far from being easy
Life becomes harder with years, never easier. But it’s always different. That’s the silver lining. But childhood should never be a battle of survival, so I left Mozart in a cat haven with a large garden, a pool and a wonderful energy. And three cats and two dogs on top. I know they’ll love him. I mean, it’s Mozart, and I was its personal trainer.
AMEN!!
I spent one day with Mozart. He was quick on his feet, hardheaded and of course playful. He walked more than twenty kilometers, all on his own. He was following me. Since I knew we’ll have to walk the main road, I tried to exhaust him by walking the side roads. The plan was to carry him when we get to the main road. But that kid could export his energy, just like me. We had a few fights. He just wanted to walk and like a cub, walk his own path. You know, establishing his ego and whatnot. We learnt from each other that day. Who got a shorter straw? Probably me, since I’m 37 sunny years old.
But I didn’t embark on this trip to be a nanny, so I found Mozart his new home the very first day and by complete accident. My plan was to keep him all the way to Finisterra, where a hippy family lives. But sleeping over that idea, it occurred to me I don’t want the tiny beast to be raised by someone who couldn’t care less about responsibility. Mozart deserves a nice childhood with a suitable company. He could be my hero on the Path, but we had a mission: find him a family. And the mission was accomplished the first day. Which makes sense, as I taught him everything: disobedience, and the fact that he adds value to this world and that he should behave accordingly, and never to disappoint me. I think I taught him to become the second Bear Grylls. I think he’ll be fine. I mean, he survived one day with me.
And that’s it about Mozart.
Oh, and Mozart is actually a she. But since she looks like Mozart, let her be… Mozart! When I handed her over, I had one wish only: keep the name. She should be Mozart!!
The elegance Mozart showed during our first bout of shenanigans, incredible. Hats off. And again: SHE SHOULD BE MOZART!!!!!!! And let everyone know I was her personal trainer.