I found this story on the web ... Just the fact that the protagonist was a white cat was enough to make me stop reading it. Today - World The Cat - ll the public to honor our beloved friends ...
JB looked with pride and satisfaction out of the window. His office on the top floor of one of the tallest skyscrapers in New York, dominated the entire city. " There I did it! "he thought to himself, he became the president of the largest U.S. financial group. He was born to peasant parents and grandparents workers, was able to climb, step by step, the whole social scale.
JB looked away from the window and began to observe his room, his hand touched the prized black leather chair, walked around the desk as though to caressing touch, savor the beauty and power it represented, and came to the center of the room, stood looking, with a scenic ride, the entire office. All flaunted wealth and authority, everything was beautiful and precious.
When, several hours later, ended his first day as president of the 'Institut Bank of America , JB es'imbattè left the office in a dirty and poorly dressed child in her arms a little white kitten, which, had it been possible , was even more shabby baby himself. He avoided it at first (not the beggars had never liked, even children) but then thought that this had been a great day for him and for this reason, he felt the kindest soul. He came back, then back to give him a coin, but, inexplicably, a child with her kitten had disappeared.
The incident seemed so surreal to him to mind the old adage of his grandfather " A poor boy and a white cat can give you a treasure far greater than a chest full of gold coins .
What he meant with his grandfather saying that he had never understood. "A greatest treasure," he thought to himself, shaking his head, branded as a popular belief, an old rural charm.
Three years passed since that day and everything seemed hopelessly JB changed. The newspapers spread on the desk spoke about the "financial scandal of the century," the police search of his offices and his home, his relations with leading figures of organized crime. JB was destroyed: the years of work, all I was able to build, suddenly, was collapsing. He was tired, the clock ticked past 5 am, only then he realized that he had spent the entire night awake, thinking and rethinking about what was happening and deceit in which he had fallen.
" Now just" thought "I need of fresh air, not to think about anything, at least for a while '.
took his coat and went out hurriedly from the office. He chose the second exit, despite the time, some reporters could always wait and pounce on him like a vulture. He shuddered at the thought and instinctively quickened his pace. He opened the door abruptly, glanced quickly and saw no one. Raised crossed the door, but just turned the corner, he faced the child with the white cat. It was the same as three years earlier with the same cat, the same clothes, even, it seemed, with the same mind. The vision took him by surprise and angered at the same time.
" I did not hurry up," he said abruptly.
" I'm not here for you " replied the boy.
The answer stopped him. JB took a step back to square better than that kid " What do you want then? "
" I want to give a smile and a treasure .
The man gasped, he was dreaming or perhaps hallucinating? It looked like the old story of his grandfather was realized there before his eyes ...
JB stood, motionless body's amazement, he took the words, seemed to stop time, even changing the place where he was. The feeling they are not more in the middle of the skyscrapers of New York, but in another place, but know that he felt he could not produce a sound as it was, as sometimes happens in dreams, I strongly pervaded to convince him that he was actually living subliminal experience. He then looked around yet, the road was the same as always, the door had remained the same, still behind him. Perhaps the stress of those days he was playing a bad joke, he thought to himself.
therefore sought to recover his reasoning: "So - asked the boy - of treasure that you speak? "
" Certainly not the type you want to you - he answered - but fear not, even if only a little tramp in rags can I still give you something that you miss by much. "
" Tell me what !? , "he said impatiently JB
" Do not rush, because in reality I can only give you a way to find that treasure you, even if you do not notice a long time ago, are looking for. "
" What would it be? "
" Well, it does not I'll tell you but my cat Arthur .
At that point everything seemed so paradoxical man, who spoke as a child from an essay that the cat had to show some kind of treasure, which broke out in a laughter. But when I stopped laughing crossed the eyes of the boy, serious, impassive and even severe with him.
" You can not even believe it, but I, if I were you I would follow Arthur " and keeping his eyes fixed on JB, raised his left arm to show the direction that the cat had taken.
The man instinctively followed the cat and began to run after him. He felt the cool morning air slamming on the face, chest entrargli in, fill the lungs. He took off his jacket off, tie and finally his jacket. He finally felt free and happy as now not happened for some time, as when a child was playing in the streets of his neighborhood. Ran ever stronger JB, ran smiling and happy. When Arthur came to a meadow stood a few moments later came the man who, exhausted but happy, he fell to the ground with his face to the sky. The cat jumped over the cast to fill it with pats and JB hugged him and remembered the white cat its inseparable childhood friend Frank. Yeah, who knows where he finished what he was doing now and Frank, his running mate and then to university, life and especially his work, and divided them. Suddenly, however, those thoughts s'interruppero: the man knew where he was, jumped up, looked around again astonished: that was the field where he played as a boy! He did however have time to think that Arthur resumed his race and climbed over the perimeter wall at the point beyond which JB and Frank, in high school, they had built their base for their students' struggles. JB smiled, took a running start and jumped over the wall ...
The wind rose 's sudden, ruffling the hair of a property and haggard, JB That house where they were born many of his dreams as a boy was right there in front of him. Of course, had been restored: the door, windows and walls were all new, but the structure and the site was, incredibly, the same. Yes, because as the park was located several hundred miles from New York to Rochester, the town where he was born. The man read the 'label on the door, hesitated for a moment, then rang the bell.
The door opened and entered JB. Meeting him was a girl from the elegant shape and fine manner with a radiant smile and a friendly face from the features and beauty soap and water.
" Hello, do you want? "
"Hello - JB said - try 's lawyer Jablonski "
" has a date? "
" No, but tell him that JB .
Miss lifted the receiver of the 'intercom but could not finish the sentence. The study door opened suddenly and went out shooting screaming and happy his old friend Frank: "What are you doing here head turtle! .
head turtle, a pet name he did not feel that now more than twenty years. His friend called him to emphasize, so affectionate, his stubbornness. The two embraced vigorously, then Frank looked into his eyes and asked: "For years, do not you feel, how the hell did you find me?"
" It 's a long story, do not believe it, but I found following a cat."
" A cat! " said Frank surprised "I did not a cat lady"
" And in fact they are not, however, is a strange story, perhaps I had hallucinations, you know is a difficult period. "
" I know I read the newspapers, "said 's friend with a big smile and an eloquent gesture of the arms invited him into his study -" tell me everything from . "
talk like that, all afternoon, Walking through the streets of their neighborhood, drinking on the premises where they were going to be young, greeting old friends and acquaintances. JB felt free, felt that same feeling of freedom that he tried running after that white cat. For the first time in many years, could finally speak without fear that those who stood before he could betray her confidence to use one landed in the street. That was the world in which he lived, was the world of 'high finance, the great manager. Frank, however, had made a different choice had become a lawyer and had created a 'associations defending the rights of the weakest. He had remained faithful to their youthful ideals, he continued to believe in those dreams. Two friends so close they had lost one of two ways so far.
The day flew up late at night. The alarm clock rang and JB will be awakened with a start, the horse tried the switch and turned on the light that illuminates its elegant room
NY "Sin , it all seemed so true and instead it was just a dream " she thought to herself. .. JB looked around sadly, it was all a dream, there had been no wise child, no magical black cat, no meeting with his old friend Frank. None of this had really happened and the newspapers scattered on the table open and were there to remind him of the harsh reality. He opened the curtains of the huge doors from his attic window that allowed him to dominate given the 'whole city. The sun was shyly coloring the horizon while the city lights still lit up the buildings and roads. That view, which often made him feel strong and powerful, that morning he appeared cold and empty. The success achieved giving him the friendship of Frank, the warmth of a family, renouncing its principles. Re-emerged in he times serene and happy childhood and adolescence dissolute. So, looking at the horizon, while meditating on his past, he remembered his grandfather's another old saying "The night brings counsel .
" Maybe - I think to herself - tonight I was really taken council."
decided, then, to find his friend in high school. Many things, incredibly, is equal to the dream: Frank had made their headquarters student in his study, had remained faithful to its ideals deiritti fighting and defending the weak. Although JB was impressed by how he played the dream to reality, a practical man and rational he was, he thought that after all this was what his classmate had always said he wanted to achieve: it was, then, is this enough to play in his mind to dream. A few days later the two friends get together at the home of Frank: "You know JB - said Frank - not be easy but I think I can not prove the authenticity of documents that accuse you. "
"You did a great work - said JB- but even if things do not go your way, I still found something preziossima, your friendship "
" Well - "said the friend - as they say: who is a friend is a treasure "
" A treasure worth more than a chest full of coins - JB-smiling confirm as my grandfather said."
It was then that suddenly appeared a beautiful white cat with the typical elegance of the cats broke into the hall, leaving gaping JB
" But ... where the cat comes out? " he asked still amazed at his friend.
" This is Snowball, a cat who is particularly fond of me because he left a child that I was helping a few years ago and unfortunately died of a serious illness .
The businessman felt short of breath and anxiously asked his friend if he had a picture of the boy " Sure, wait a second I should have it here "said his friend and after a moment he pulled out a drawer and handed it to JB leaving totally stunned: it was the wise guy in the dream.
An old proverb says" A child poor and a white cat can give you a treasure far greater than a chest full of gold coins , sometimes, proverbs farmers come true.
