Every afternoon the cat would appear
and,like clockwork , my dog Rita would dash out to bark at the balconies.
One of those afternoons, while I was painting, the cat appeared.
Rita, rushing out to bark,
knocked over a can of green paint.
Green, like the overgrown grass in my garden.
Her little paws walked through the mess
leaving wet, doggy footprints
on a scrap of fabric forgotten on the floor.
This is how @Gato was born.
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