Grip: Pet Detective the other day for reasons not worth explaining again I want to write me something for this blog so abandoned, success and / or continuation of a blog staff report is based on the emotions of the author's life, but because basically I'm the most boring person I know (And if it were more, probably because they would be dead serious) I decided to celebrate my return soulless telling a dream I ever had.
The dream start with me waking up, even with clothes on, and which seemed pretty wrinkled like to be noticed that already had more than one day of use, after stretch I headed to the room where they were my sisters, who drowsy and wrapped in a blanket they saw "En Familia with Chabelo" but was not that kids today only know the old sugar beet that has to move with your office chair, no, eset was Chabelo of those distant eras when the program is sponsored by Editorial Novaro and dinosaurs still walked the Earth.
For some strange reason, I liked them my sisters, and could even say that until the wanted (With filial love, not love that shows the rednecks in Arkansas), so I sat in the middle of them, over breakfast Chabelo cereal and tormenting people watched contestants with troncoso catafixia and furniture, this was only interrupted by the arrival of my father, who was a contractor and had just finished a night shift at a construction site.
The voice of my father "is not making you late to go to work?", I decided to awake, put on my coat and go to work fruitful and creative, after all Who was I to argue with a man almost 2 meters and a mustache that would make Chente Hats off Fernandez in his prime?
After walking some streets in that cold morning I arrived at my job, which was nothing less than an animal shelter, she was responsible, that looked in fairly good looking, he gave me my first job, picking up orphaned kittens who were in a box under a pedestrian bridge, and had to come before a passing street cleaner machine and hose down at the point of drowning.
For some strange reason, the idea that these hair balls were the other neighborhood seemed to me intolerable, so take the order of the shelter (That was a very shabby purple VW Beetle) and headed after them, although such vehicle was almost a death trap on wheels reach the bridge and park in front of a Mormon temple, error Craze!, as the Mormon police noticed the car was not circulating on cloudy days (like that day) so unwary and it could only pick on a sunny day, which according to his calendar would fall on Tuesday, also saw that they fell bad because my reputation was known coffee drinker.
After the incident, I went under the bridge and found the cats, at which time the resident bum, who lived under the bridge, the forms appeared to ask me to take her, afortunadamaente papers were in my coat, but the box where I would take was seized along with the car, that would mean I'd have to leave, which could not do, because the cleaning machine loomed on the horizon, there was only one thing to do, take the cats and put them in my coat , so that both interior and exterior pockets were used to house a dozen kittens.
crammed with cats and no car, just had a way back the shelter, give my report and get my pay for the service, the route-100, antediluvian trucks yellow and brown they charged the fabulous amount of 300 pesos, no tickets now, but 3 pesos to 100 coins the statue of Venustiano Carranza.
After a travel time (and apparently much longer than the way) the bus was boarded by an ex, which, unlike the rest of all the characters were apareciendoen during sleep, if a real person But what is the magic of the dream world, not just looked at me with no bitterness and contempt for its real counterpart, on the contrary, and even sat next to me during the rest of the trip not only put us up to date our lives and personal situations (which skipped by embarrassing reasons) and finally we were not only going to get coffee after delivery of the cats, even adopt one.
Even with the flavor of the reunion, get off the bus, as she continued toward the coffee and as I reach her after the rest of the work was fast, loose animals in the shelter to frolic in the gardens, signature forms and get paid deservedly won, plus get a cat to give away, so the flea bag in one hand and the heart in the other I headed to me, and as is always the best part, and I just sleep I woke with unanswered questions ...
At what resolutions would carry that talk of coffee? Why I like cats? Why in dreams when driving? and most importantly How many years you have to hang Chabelo for shorts? I vote for between 5 and 10 years (if not stiff before.)
