Good afternoon day or night, depending on the time you take the time to go through my post very grateful heart, today I will tell you the story of the cat of tinaquillo.

First of all I want to clarify that the information below, has been compiled, from the same voice of their relatives, and interpreted by my person argued any information seemed more like this, escapes my hands since, suddenly someone else was interested in this person as popular as he was in life, Ana Luisa.

Having said this, I present the story of Ana Luisa Patrimonio de Tinaquillo.

LA GATA

A long time ago, a woman named Ana Luisa, lived very happy with her children in a humble little house, in one of the many neighborhoods of a beautiful town called Tinaquillo.

One day, someone discovered that Ana Luisa, had green eyes and baptized her with the name of Gata, from that
day an echo echoed throughout the town, with the nickname and wherever he went, they shouted, cat! cat! and so they forgot their real name,

Time passed and she became Old, her face wrinkled white hair and her body bent, from so much walking, anxiously looking for something that perhaps her years I can never reach,

A day already tired of everything decided to go out to the street to an endless excursion, put on a wardrobe worthy of pilgrim, old clothes gnawed, hung a little bag took a threatening stick that used as a cane, and just that day ceased to exist
Ana Luisa, and I started to live La Gata.

The children when they saw her, shouted: cat! cat! cat! and she chased after them, running behind them pretending to be annoyed, furious and when she reached them she scolded them, growling and with their eyes closed, which betrayed her and, as they passed the time, they laughed joyfully at the pranks of the little ones.

So the children were growing and through the decades the cat was part of our town and many others, because without knowing how to read or write, traveled to large cities and returned to their town without any problem.

sadly, a grandson went bad, was a criminal, which was wanted by others of the same caliber, to kill him, that was going to imagine the cat that afternoon arriving from the city of valencia to tinaquillo to meet his grandson, would be the death, they rejoiced the joy the birds shut up that afternoon when in an attempt to flee was used as a shield for their nieno and caused their physical disappearance of multiple impact of bullets mourning our municipality.

Leaving us Memories that were kept, in the little bag that hung on his arm and we hoped that someone would empty it so that the tinaquilleros and Venezuela, collect the experiences of the cat Ana Luisa, who may one day become a legend, and live for always in the streets and in the heart of a town that preserves its memories as the genuine part of yesterday's Tinaquillo.

Thank you I hope you really liked it and thank you for taking a minute for me God bless you

@drenss