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Aventuras de Topacio Estaba yo casi listo para ir de compras. Mi compañero Billy salió a preparar el carro. Pensábamos hacer unas diligencias y, mientras salía de la habitación, me llamó la atención algo que, reflejando un relámpago, se cruzó frente a mi. Era Topacio quien, con una marca en la frente y geteando sigilosamente, se escondía. El astuto animal miró como quien quiere alcanzar un torpe y pequeño animal para luego capturarlo. De repente, se abalanzó y agarró al ladino rastrero, y empezó a resongar, y maullaba como si hubiera pillado un gran pájaro loco. Con su gran voz anunciaba “Esta presa es mía!”. Intenté quitársela una, dos, tres veces. Pero el animal gruñía como si quisiera destrozarlo. Me llamó la atención el por qué se escondía, e imagínese usted lo que descubrí. “Oh, es una lagartija la víctima”, y se encontraba entre los dientes del felino. El pícaro animal luchó para salvarse. En uno de sus intentos, Topacio se descuidó y el taimado animal se liberó. El animalejo corrió y se metió debajo del cajón que ocupa la televisión. El alucinado bicho intentó escapar y, al encontrarse tan aturdido, no se dio cuenta de que Ambrosio lo esperaba impaciente. El lunar blanco que tenía su nariz le hacía aparentar astucia y cautela. Miró a su hermano mayor -el cual tiene una señal en la frente- que quería hacerse partícipe de la cacería. Llegó Adán, que es un gato viejo, con dificultades, completamente inofensivo. Éste, al ver la tajada, se apartó y no quiso competir. El lunarejo, con un par de parches en la naríz, tomó la presa y se fue a esconder debajo de la cama. Este gato siseaba al igual que una culebra. Su hermano mayor es querido por sus compañeros, pero al mismo tiempo se hace respetar. Al escuchar el gañil del bravo animal, le buscó juego. Luego el falido garoso lo acepto. Topacio, que sufre muy poco de miedo, levantó su patica derecha y lo amenazó. Ambrosio soltó al infeliz animal, y juntos empezaron a observar el comportamiento del rastrero. El gato que tenía la frente marcada, mantenía sus uñas listas para el ataque y, con un filo cortante, no permitió que ni siquiera su sombra lo intimidara. Con esa señal de relámpago en su frente, hizo temblar hasta al más fiero animal. Siempre tenía que ganar, pues ese destello de luz resplandeciente lo caracterizaba como el mejor, el más astuto y audaz de todos los animales en su género. Él hace que lo queramos como a la luz de nuestros ojos. Es una fiera silvestre y moronga de porte madrileño, que tiene su cubíl justamente allí donde le da el sol. Eras la dos de la tarde. Gillie tenía hambre. Salió de la cocina buscando un comedero, pero por la puerta de allí se miraba todo el patio. En ese mismo momento, volaba, junto con otros insectos, un caballito. Para Gillie eso fue todo un espectáculo, igual que tener un delicioso plato lleno de granulado. Rondaba y maullaba; no sabía qué hacer. Billy, sin darse cuenta abrió la puerta y la gata saltó, agarrando al caballito del diablo. Se tiró al aire como queriendo decir “Escápate, si puedes!”. Al mismo tiempo, se arrimó al bebedero de agua una jugosa y esquisita paloma. Gillie se abalanzó sobre el infortunado animal, y le enterró las uñas justo en el corazón.. Luego le arrancó la cabeza, la entró en la casa y empezó a deleitarse. Adán vio otra ave igual de grande salió corriendo a ayudarla, y acabó dándole un manotazo y expulsándola. Al oir el garbateo, Topacio se despertó. Él se encontraba debajo de la cama haciendo la siesta. Le había quedado el rabo fuera de la cobija. Es una cola con terminación aglutinada, un final lleno de anillos que en ocasiones me asusta; me toma por sorpresa. Luego colocó su cabeza en mis pies y empezó a juegar con los cordones de mis zapatos. No me permitió caminar, pues esta es una señal de hambre. La estilizada gata llegó con su macho y empezaron a abejorrearse. En su lenguaje, yo no sé qué le decía uno al otro. Era ya casi la hora de comer, pero en el mismo instante su amo apareció. Les traía un banquete inolvidable: muchos camarones picados en salsa con granulado; delicioso plato para unos golosos gatos. Pero al entregar la comida, no sabía lo que uno de ellos planeaba, por que a los tres les gusta el asalto carnal. Mientras el repartidor se agachó a vaciarles su suministro de comida, uno de ellos, en el mismo instante, se abalanzó sobre él, mordiéndole los estimulantes de descanso, o asentaderas. Él, agobiado, le gritó, pero esta fiera no lo quería soltar, simplemente porque quería atragantarse con un pedazo de la mejor carne que éste tenía. “Qué mejor que comerle una de sus nalgas!” Mi amigo y protector, motivado por la agilidad de estos felinos a quien con tanta devoción lleno los platos, nunca tuvo la visión de que fueran sus propios consentidos. Adán venía de una raza de gatos de linaje, según Oscar Torres, su guardián. Cuando nació el minino, este señor, que había vivido en Palermo Buenos Aires, me comentó que la sangre y relea parecía “de muy buena estirpe”. La madre del animal era rusa. Su casta pertenecía a “ruso azul”; es cariñoso, tranquilo, amoroso, y lo más importante es su comportamiento. Él se quedó mirándome y, con un pequeño quejido, me anunció que tenía hambre, al igual que cuando tenía un dolor cuando iba a la cama para saber si su sentimental y comprensivo amigo se encontraba allí. Si lo encontraba, se subía y con una patica lo tocaba una, dos o tres veces. Si veía que le comprendía, lo despertaba. Mi amigo empezaba a sobarlo y a quitarle todo el pelo que le sobraba. Luego llegaba donde yo estaba, y se me acercaba. Con su misma patica empezaba a sobarme el brazo. Tuve que dejar de escribir, sobarle la cabeza y así se quedaba dormido. Estaban los tres compinches echados en el sofá grande de la sala cuando, en el espaldar del mueble, sintieron un ruido. El estampido los despertó. Miraron y luego se asomaron. Eran dos lindos pájaros que se piaban y revoloteaban. En la malla, uno de los pájaros era multicolor, de un plumaje hermoso, un grueso pico, más bien de cuerpo mediano. El otro era un cardinal, de plumas rojas, más grande que el anterior. Tenía un penacho alto, muy parecido al casco de la guardia presidencial que yo usaba cuando pagaba mi servicio militar. Ellos no sabían qué hacer, brincaban el uno sobre el otro, saltaban de la ventana del mueble, volvian y se encaramaban en el muro. Para ellos era como si estuvieran viendo la television en pantalla gigante con dos yardas de ancho. Claro que al pájaro no le podían hacer nada, porque la ventana tenía protección. El escándalo estaba lleno de confusión, porque había alboroto, desorden y sarabanda. Los tres hicieron caso omiso de mi presencia. No les importaba para nada estando tan concentrados en alcanzar su pedazo. Pero los pájaros alzaron el vuelo y se perdieron en el espacio. En un santiamen se quedaron sorprendidos, muy tristes y también con muchos antojos porque no pudieros ni tan siquiera arrancarle la cabeza a su presa. Dialogábamos mi allegado y yo sobre la carencia de la vida. Nos parecía que muchos de los líderes de nuestra actividad cotidiana nos estaban arrancando nuestra existencia y subsistencia, porque cada dia todo es diferente en calidad y en consumo. Nos poníamos de acuerdo en muchas cosas, pero en otras no, porque son contrarias a nuestro nivel de vida. Por ejemplo, el mantenimiento de animales es muy costoso. Estábamos en esas, cuando vimos que se posó un pájaro raro y extraño. Era grande, con plumaje de color variable, de pico medio encorbado, uñas largas como garras. Lo más curioso de esta ave fue que aterrizó frente al patio de la salida de emergencia. Esa puera la teníamos abierta. Los gatos estaban en guardia y, sin anunciarles nada, la gata dio un paso al frente. Parecía murmurar. Daba gritos fuertes. Al escuchar estos aullidos, el resto de pequeñas criaturas se acercó a protergela. El minino mayor era el de más fuerza; el que más ataca. Éste hizo su debut ejecutando un triple salto sobre la gata. Acabó ubicándose frente al visitante. Luego llegaron los otros desvalijadores y contemplaron al monstruoso contrincante, extraido de la comarca española, justamente de los campos de la villa y los montes de trozos. La descendencia de este animal traía su raíz desde tiempos de la invasión de Cristóbal Colón, quien lo infiltró en nuestras tierras y aires. Estas aves -que pinchan con el pico y con sus garras sostienen la cacería- fueron los famosos acompañantes de las grandes águilas pertenecientes a la fauna de Europa. Más sin embargo con todo ese rodaje, no le tuvieron miedo. Los cuatro le volaron encima. El pájaro extendió sus alas, abriéndolas igual que un abanico. En ese mismo instante, mi compañero le gritó “No!”. Los carnívoros pararon, es cierto; pero la gata, que era la más apetitosa, brincó y lo agarró del pescuezo. El ave revoloteó a diestro y siniestro, pero la agilidad de los feroces degolladores le desprendió el gaznate al famoso gavilán pollero. Desplumándolo, en un dos por tres lo devoraron. Dejando el cálamo al estilo de las fieras, le dijeron un “hasta luego primo hermano”. Quedaron así llenos y gordos, y con los deseos de atrapar a otro necio y tonto que les sirviera para el diario. Norberto Hernández Topaz adventures I was almost ready to go shopping. My companion Billy went out to prepare the car. We were thinking to do run a few errands and, while I was going out of the room, something was brought to my attention that, reflecting a lightning, crossed opposite to me. It was Topaz who, with a mark in the forehead and secretly crawling, was hiding. The crafty animal looked as the one that wants to reach an innocent and small animal then to capture it. Suddenly, he rushed and seized the creepy creature, started shaking it and ended up meowing as if he had entrapped a great mad bird. With his great voice, he kept announcing "This prey is mine! ". I tried to remove it from him one, two, three times. But the animal growled as if he wanted to destroy it. It called my attention why he was hiding, and imagine what I discovered. "Oh, it is a small lizard the victim ", and it was between the teeth of the feline. The sassy animal fought to save its life. In one of its attempts, Topaz was careless and the crafty animal was liberated. The tiny animal ran away and got under the booth that occupies the television. The hallucinated insect tried to escape and, on having been so bewildered, it did not realize that Ambrose was waiting impatiently waiting for it. The white spot that Ambrose had on his nose made him look like a smart and cautious creature. He looked at his oldest brother - who has a sign in the forehead – who also wanted to be participant of the hunt. There came Adam, who is an old cat, with difficulties, completely inoffensive. This one, having seen the slice, broke apart and did not want to compete. The black spotted kitty, with a couple of patches on his nose, took the prey and went to hide it under the bed. This cat zigzagged like a snake. His older brother is well loved by his brothers, but at the same time he gets their respect. Having listened to the howl of the brave animal, he joined the game. Then the clawed feline accepted to be part of it. Topaz, which suffers very little from fear, raised his right little leg and threatened it. Ambrose gave up holding the unhappy creature, and together they started observing its creepy behavior. The cat that had the marked forehead, his nails ready for combat and, with a cutting edge, he did not even allow his shade to intimidate him. With this sign of lightning on his forehead, he could even make shiver the bravest of animals in the animal kingdom. Always he had to win, since this sparkle of shining light characterized him as the best, the craftiest and bold of all the animals of his kind. He makes us love him as we love the light in our eyes. It is a wild and filled with madrilene pride beast, which lays there where the sun strikes. It was two in the afternoon and Gillie was hungry. She left the kitchen looking for a feeding-place, from the door she walked through the whole patio was visible. At this very same moment, a dragonfly appeared flying together with other insects. For Gillie, this was the meant the biggest showtime, kind of like enjoying delicious plate full of granulated flakes. She started patrolling and meowing, not knowing what to do. Billy, without realizing, opened the door and the cat jumped away, getting a hold to the dragonfly. Gillie threw herself in the air like wanting to say "Escape, while you can! ". At the same time, a juicy and tasty dove came to sit on this drinking water container. Gillie rushed on the unfortunate animal, and sinking her nails rightly into its heart. Then she torn its head apart, entered it in the house and started enjoying this moment of delight. Adam saw another similar big bird and run away to help her out, but he finished slapping and expelling her. Once this mess came to Topaz’s ears, he woke up. He was sitting under the bed doing his siesta, his tail popping out past the bed cover line. His tail has an agglutinated termination full of rings at the end that many times has frightened me or taken me by surprise. Then he placed its head on my feet and began to play with my shoe lace. He did not allow me to walk, this being a sign of hunger. The stylized female cat arrived with her male mate and they both started to snuggle around. All in their language and I could not know what they were telling each other. It was already almost time to eat, but at this same instant daddy showed up. An unforgettable banquet he was bringing with him: many shrimps stung in sauce with granulated flakes; a delicious dish for some greedy cats. But when the food was being delivered, daddy did not know what one of his kitty sons had planned, all three kitties loving to wrestle for meat. As the delivered was bending down to empty the supply of food, one of them, at that very instant, was jumped towards him, biting his stimulants of rest, otherwise called bottom. He, all struggling, shouted at the responsible cat, but this wild animal did not want to let go that easily, simply because wanted to be choked with a piece of the best meat than his daddy had. “What better than eating one of his buttocks!” My friend and protective mate, motivated by the agility of these cats for whom with so much devotion he had just emptied a can of food, never envisioned that this could have come from one of his own spoiled sons. Adam comes from a very extraordinary lineage of cats, according to Oscar Torres, his former guardian. When this little kitty was born, his master, who had lived in Palermo Buenos Aires, commented me that his blood seemed to be “of very good lineage”. The mother of the animal was Russian. His caste belonged to the “Russian blue”, which stands for caring, tranquil and lovely; being the most important value his behavior. He remained looking at me and, with a small moan, he announced me that he was hungry, the same way he does when he has a pain goes to bed to know if his sentimental and comprehensive friend is to be found there. If he found him there, he would rise himself to touch him with his leg one, two or three times. If he realized he was being understood, he would wake him up. My friend began to scratch him and to remove from him all the hair that exceeded his normal amount. Then he would arrive where I was, and would approach to me with its same leg, starting to scratch my arm. I would stop writing to scratch his head and thus would remain asleep. All three pals were sleeping on the couch when, towards the back of the furniture, they felt a noise. The boom awoke them. They looked around and then they gathered. There were two pretty birds that were chirping and flying around. In the netting, one of the birds was multicolored, of a beautiful plumage, a thick peak, more of a medium body. The other was a cardinal one, of larger, red feathers than the previous one. It had a high crest, very similar to the helmet of the presidential guard that I used while on active military duty. They did not know what to do, they jumped the one on the other; they jumped from the building window, bounced back and perched in the wall. For them it was as if they were watching television in a gigantic two yard wide screen. Cleary they could do nothing to the bird, because the window had more protection. The scandal was full of confusion, because there was disturbance, disorder and mess everywhere. All three of them ignored my presence. For them there was nothing more important than being so concentrated on their piece of prey. But the birds raised the flight and they faded away in space. With the blink of an eye, they remained surprised, very sad and also with many cravings because of not even being able to pull the head of their prey. We were talking, my close friend and I about the lack of life. It seemed to us that many of the leaders of our routine activity were starting to steal our existence and subsistence, because everything is different in quality and in consumption on a daily basis. We came to an agreement in many things, but in other issues, because there are some opposed things in our standard ways of living. For example, the maintenance of animals is very costly. We were in those, when we saw that a strange and rare bird sat nearby. It was large, with plumage of variable color, half curved peak and long nails like claws. The most curious of this bird was that it landed in front of the patio’s emergency exit. That door was ajar. The cats were in guard and, warning to them, the female cat took a step forward. She seemed to murmur. She kept shouting strongly. Listening to these howls, the remainder of small creatures approached to protect her. The little kitty was the strongest one; the one that attacked the most. This did its debut executing a triple jump on the top of the female cat. He ended up placing himself in front the visitor. Then the other muggers arrived and they contemplated the monstrous opponent, extracted off of the Spanish region, exactly off the fields of the village and mountainous area. The descent of this animal has its roots from times of the invasion of Christopher Columbus, who infiltrated it in our lands and airs. These birds -that puncture with the peak and hold the prey with their claws- were the famous companions of the large eagles belonging to the fauna of Europe. Nevertheless, with all that impressive origin, none were afraid of it. The four flew on top of it. The bird extended its wings, opening them like a fan. At that same instant, my companion shouted “No!”. The carnivorous ones stopped, that’s true; but the female cat, which was the most vicious one, jumped off and he got it by the back of the neck. The bird flew around back and forth, but the agility of the ferocious predators ended biting the poor chicken’s throat off. Plucking it, in no time they all devoured it. Leaving the reed the way animals do, they told him some sort of “so long, brother”. They remained thus full and fat, and with their desire of trapping another fool innocent victim that would suit their daily meal. Norberto Hernández (translated from its original Spanish version by Alfredo M. B.)
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