Condamnati la moarte prin infometareSentenced to death by starvation

Noaptea trecuta, printre rapaiturile ploii dintr-un subsol de bloc cu aerisirile proaspat astupate se auzea plansul disperat al unui pisoi. Toti locatarii scarii respective erau acasa (ca doar era 11 noaptea) dar nici macar unul nu avut macar curiozitatea sa iasa sa vada ce se intampla. Probabil au dat doar sonorul mai tare la televizor sau la calculator, ca sa nu mai fie deranjati de zgomot. Last night, between the clatterings of the rain, one could hear the crying of a kitten coming from the basement of a block where the air openings had just been stopped up. Everybody in the block was at home (it was 11 o’clock at night), but not one of them was at least curious to come out and see what was happening. They probably simply turned the tvs or computers louder, for the noise to stop disturbing them.

Pisoiul se agata disperat de zabrelele care blocau aerisirea, plangand cu toata fiinta lui de 500 de grame. Am reusit sa intram in subsol si trecand printre boxele cu zabrele si tona de purici care se intrau pe sub pantaloni am ajuns la gura de aerisire. Pisoiul ne astepta cumintel pe margine, micut, puricos si cu infectie la ochi. Cum l-am luat in brate a inceput sa toarca. 

Printre zabrelele boxei de langa iesea capul unei pisici adulte, negre, moarte de putina vreme. 

Se facuse liniste si ne pregateam sa plecam, cand se mai aude inca un “miau” slab din boxa cu pisica moarta. Printre tevile si lemnele aruncate apare un cap tricolor, chiar mai mic decat al tigrutului de la aerisire. Era imposibil sa ajungem la ea (boxa era bine ferecata si din plasa cu ochiuri mici) dar incet, incet, se apropie ea de si reusim sa o apucam cu doua degete de ceafa si s-o tragem din ochi de plasa in ochi de plasa pana sus unde era un spatiu un pic mai mare in jurul unei tevi. 

Micuti, puricosi si foarte foarte flamanzi, dar foarte blanzi si torcaitori (desi nimeni nu ii mai atinsese vreodata) cei doi pitici sunt acum in siguranta dar vor avea nevoie cat mai repede de o familie. 

Dorim pe aceasta cale sa le uram “vise placute” in continuare tuturor celor de pe scara respectivaThe kitten was desperately hanging to the bars that blocked the air opening, crying with all his half a kilo strength. We managed to get into the basement and, passing through the boxes with bars and past the tons of fleas who slipped under our clothes, we reached the air opening. The kitten was waiting for us. He was tiny, covered in fleas, with an infection to his eyes. He started to purr the moment we took him in our arms.

Between the bars of the nearby box we saw protruding the head of an adult black cat, recently dead.

By now the basement was silent and we were getting ready to leave, when we heard a weak meow from the box where the dead cat was. Between the ducts and pieces of wood thrown in a pile, there it was, a tricolor little head, even smaller than that of the little tiger who alerted us. It was impossible for us to reach the tricolor kitten (the box was tightly locked up, made of a wire net with small loops), but she slowly approached us and in the end we managed to grip the scruff of her neck with two fingers and we pulled her from loop to loop up high, where there was a slightly bigger opening around a duct.

Tiny, full of fleas and very, very hungry, but gentle and purring (even though nobody had ever touched them before), the two little things are now safe, but they’ll need a family as soon as possible.

We can’t end their story without wishing “keep sleeping tight” to everybody living in that building.