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Io sono un gatto
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*** This comment contains spoilers! ***
Noi siamo la maestosa gattità in personaWe are a cat. We have not a name.
We have not an inkling of a realization as to where We had been born. We remember only that dark, damp and humid place, where We had first cried out nonsensical muffled sounds.
This was when We first saw the creature referred to as a 'human'.
We later ... (continue)
We are a cat. We have not a name.
We have not an inkling of a realization as to where We had been born. We remember only that dark, damp and humid place, where We had first cried out nonsensical muffled sounds.
This was when We first saw the creature referred to as a 'human'.
We later heard that, among humans, the live-in-student was the most vicious of their kind. Stories tell of how the live-in-student would catch, boil and eat us.
But at that time, We had no thoughts of Our own, and so We felt no particular fear for the live-in-student.
The live-in-student then placed Us in the palm of his hands. He lifted Us high into the air; at that time, We felt an immense lightness, as if We were soaring through the skies. This reminded Us of something; and so We took the opportunity to gaze at the face of this live-in-student. This was Our first proper sighting of the so-called human.
"What a bizarre creature," We thought at that time.
... And We continue to feel the same way about humans, even to this very day.
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