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Once upon a time, in a far remote snowy country, not too far from the Tibetan related valley of Laddakh and from the Chinese border, there was a small sunny kingdom mainly inhabited by white cats. Nobody had ever seen it, as it was hidden from human kinship by its remote access in the Himalayan Mountains and by its cold temperature. Only white rabbits, white doves, white butterflies, white cats and small bushes of white berries were to be found. Nobody knows how these diligent cats arrived there and who was the first cat king. Feline inhabitants of this last refuge before heaven were probably trapped during the ice age. Those white cats had adapted their body to the climate. They put their white-gloved paws down on the cold, crispy, ivory tapestry covering the aisles of the remote valley, and walked wildly behind the wind as sole guide. Their eyes reflected the pure sapphiric color of the altitudinal sky, saturated with oxygen and filled with blue stars. The extremities of their body retained the warm colors of their black, blue, red, silver and lynx ancestors. The sun glistened on their coat with swift golden lightning contrasting with the pale ivory middle-hair fur... It is there, in the frozenness of time that they were found, gentle, without fear of human ferocity. They saw these tall two legs arriving with astonishment in their far remote valley, where smoke and roar had never been seen and heard. Alas! Unfortunately! The doom of human invasion could not be prevented. Where men put their feet down, nature must bow in slavery. The large, tender white puffy paths of the country were "civilized" and paved with grey, hard concrete roads. Skyscrapers soon leveled the remote valley and cut the skyline with vertical bars. The cats were trapped, exposed in small cages and suspended above the doors. The free land was covered with fences, electric barbed wires, forbidding the passage from one place to another... |
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