To try to take over the world! I mean, the cat.

   Every once in a while the cat would make an appearance. When it was hungry, when it wanted to reactivate its killer instinct and get rid of a rat, when it wanted a home (maybe), the cat would come around. 

   At every opportunity I showed my affection for the animal, either with my eyes or with a gesture; even so, the stubborn cat took a long time to be domesticated.   

   There was a time when I thought that I would never leave behind his hostility.

   The first manifestation of acceptance was slow in coming.

   When the animal decided that the central garden was already part of its domain, it ventured to investigate the house.

   I was trying not to let anyone notice the cat's first steps towards a less nomadic life.When my mother or my brother, Edward, appeared at the wrong time, a round of applause or a sudden craving for a dance rehearsal would warn the animal of the danger and scare it out of the intruding eyes. Gradually my guard would become less rigorous.