Grandpa Renato and the cats compadres

Grandfather Renato was called, nobody knew his real name and if he was really grandfather of a descendant with a catlike face like the one he owned.

Difficult to deal with, his only friends he had were two cats. One grey-brown and the other a tricoloured calico.

Every day whether it was early morning, hot evenings and frigid nights, the man always fed those he called his cat compadres, always wearing an orange raincoat.

"You don't have children?" asked the parishioners.

"That you don't have others to ask foolish questions to?" He always replied with a grunt.

"Doesn't just Grandpa Renato feel lonely?" asked the fat greengrocers.

"No, madams. I've got my cats compadres. Once I kick the bucket, I'll turn into a cat and go with them to party."

For one day, grandfather Renato left this world, not many people wept for him and even less remembered him. Every day, however, three cats would make a fuss in what was the old man's house, the two grandfather's compadres and one more, whose fur was the same as grandfather Renato's old raincoat.

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Translation done with DeepL and myself, sorry for any grammar and punctuation errors, thank you.