Amazing. That Marcello is never at a loss for words. Here he
is. A full-fledged cat. And instead of the usual meow. He’s different. He speaks
English. Marcello tells me he learned
English and several other languages. Including Russian. From a speaking parrot.
I almost fell over. In disbelief. When I brought Marcello home. From a shelter.
When he was still a three-month old kitten. He thanked me. For rescuing him. I
never knew that a cat could talk. Marcello
tells me he’s one of a kind. That he doesn’t know of any other talking cats. Yes.
Yes. He’s a very rare breed. He refuses to talk to anyone but me. Because he doesn’t want to show off. Yes. He’s modest. To some degree. Doesn’t want
to become famous. Prefers living pretty much as a recluse cat. Admits that he
doesn’t understad much about human nature. And the less he knows. All the
better. ‘Frankly, human nature scares me,’ Marcello confided. I told Marcello
that I understand. That cats think more sensibly than humans. They’re smarter,
too. Little wonder. That I’ve asked Marcello to tutor me. In the ways of a cat.
Isn’t life interesting? It’s almost beyond belief. --Jim Broede
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