I just managed somehow to move a large piece of furniture all the way up the stairs--something I thought I would never be able to do without (male) help. It required long minutes of intense geometrical calculations and quite a bit of physical effort. I wonder if all that makes me intelligent or stupid though?
Meanwhile, it is also a night of great achievements for the cat. It just brought its first rat home. I shrieked as I thought I would never do when this happened. I felt just like that woman on Tom&Jerry: just about to climb on to a stool, grab a broom and lift my frock up in awe and disgust. Gladly, the cat got the message and took the rat to the balcony to finish off his business.
I guess all this means cleaning up a rat's corpse in the morning, with difficulty due to the sprain in my back. Isn't growing up a wonderful thing?
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I remember when we used to move furniture together.
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anyway, opino que es más inteligente dejar que otros suban un mueble por ti, pero es un buen ejercicio para saber si se puede hacer sin ayuda. y eso del gato, genial, es como cuando nuestros hijos adolescentes llevan la primera cheve o chava a la casa.