In a town with old and historic houses, on any given day, a cat appeared from the sky, gently descending by an umbrella stuck to its tail. From that day on, the town is invaded by countless kittens of all colors, sizes and testaments.
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It was early morning. A few residents left for work, others would go later, now they tried to sleep what time they had left. The burly woman went out to sweep the sidewalk. She passed the neighbor next door to push her baby's stroller. Curious, the burly woman asked the baby's neighbor if she hadn't heard meowing and bawling cats at night. The baby's neighbor took a leap, opened her eyes wide, replied that yes, my God what a noise, that never happened here, what happened? Returning to sweep the floor, the burly woman said they were really street cats, they come and go everywhere, our village here was raffled that night. And the baby's neighbor said that, if luck allows her, that catty girl won't come back today. The old man from house 2A orange hurried past them, the one who saw the cat come from heaven, carrying a large bag of bread and another of something else. Without looking at them, but always with a good ear to listen to, the old man said, well, leave the cats, get used to it, here now they will live. But look, what a plague you throw here in our village, old man, grumbled the burly woman, to which the old man who replied that the plague was not, but a fact, a fact now confirmed, after all, you did not hear the bash of change that they here on the roofs last night did you? The baby's neighbor, who gaped with all this, questioned that, if they were going to live there now, where, at that moment, were they? The village has only human people, no cat I see, she concluded. The old man, with a laugh from the corner of his mouth, stared at her, said that the greatest cleverness cats have, but that you, she and I together, open your eyes wide,
The big-eyed boy appeared at his bedroom window, shouted for the burly woman and the baby's neighbor to hear, I warned, I warned, they are invading everything, invading everything, our village is now the target of these diabolical wicked, we are at war, at war. With all the shouting, another neighbor came out of a house at the back, asked what happens. The baby's neighbor replied that they were cats, neighboring cats, that will make meow on your back. Now, behind my back, the neighbor in the back asked in horror, and why the hell is a cat going to meow on my back? The burly woman tried to explain, said that the village had been invaded by the cats that morning. Said the neighbor in the back, I heard them, but I thought they were leaving this morning. They're not going, they're not going, said the big-eyed boy from his window. He went out at the window of the white house 6, a mustachioed neighbor, he said nothing, just nodded and the others understood that he wanted to know what was going on. The neighbor in the back then replied that cats were in the village, and will soon be on my back. On his back? Asked the mustache-faced neighbor in surprise. The boy with the big glasses turned his body to the neighbor with the mustache, said that it was an invasion, from there the cats would not leave. Leave the cats, leave the cats, the neighbor with the mustache spoke with boredom, what harm would they do to us, none, just leave them free there in the village, good that a mouse doesn't grow here. replied that cats were in the village, and will soon be on my back. On his back? Asked the mustache-faced neighbor in surprise. The boy with the big glasses turned his body to the neighbor with the mustache, said that it was an invasion, from there the cats would not leave. Leave the cats, leave the cats, the neighbor with the mustache spoke with boredom, what harm would they do to us, none, just leave them free there in the village, good that a mouse doesn't grow here. replied that cats were in the village, and will soon be on my back. On his back? Asked the mustache-faced neighbor in surprise. The boy with the big glasses turned his body to the neighbor with the mustache, said that it was an invasion, from there the cats would not leave. Leave the cats, leave the cats, the neighbor with the mustache spoke with boredom, what harm would they do to us, none, just leave them free there in the village, good that a mouse doesn't grow here.
