Post 9:A day I will always remember

The day I never going to forget was when my cat , Cisarro arrived in my life .

Cisarro was the cat of my dad , I lives in the beautiful city of Talca , three hours from Santiago. My dad took him from the fair because he need an animal frightened the mice of the place he works. That was in late 2009. The true name of Cisarro was Miguelito ,  it had just a few months of life .
In February of 2010 , the earthquake destroyed a big part of the city,  between this was the home of the cat , so my dad rescued it from the rubble and brought to my house , their new home .
From that happening it became a part of the family , we change their name for Cisarro , because It was a potential thief like the child chilean offense, but if you see at their eyes , you automatically feel in love of their fat and hairy body.