Out of all my sadness, I sat on the chair in the garden, Julieta who was already so sad, and André looking for Chico on the street.

But when Julieta sat on the beach chair in the garden, I felt and even heard the birds flying and I even wanted to tell her friend that Chico had disappeared, she said.

“A cat doesn’t have an owner, he’ll be back soon.”

André who was only really into Chico, but he started to stay close to me, Julieta meditating and the house was peaceful again.

I had even forgotten that peace, Gandhi came without a fight.

I don’t know where Gandhi goes and lives, sometimes he eats my food here. But I had already forgotten that I was the only cat who could sleep in the bed, it’s good to sleep without Chico.

But this morning when I woke up, Julieta calling “André, André, André, Dao Call Andre, Chico is back.”

To shock me even more, he came in my arms. He didn’t even run away, Chico walked in my arms. How he wants to copy me, how.

All my sadness came back stronger, sadness came back with anger.

I’m the only cat who doesn’t run away just for food. And worse, they want to make me a community.

Only if it’s so I can evolve from my ego.

Dao