please undersand, i do not write this to complain about the gato...no, your humble narrator intends only to transmit these reports as a means of understanding the component parts of a greater story...

of course the gato is hungry...are we all not hungry?... for food but of course also attention, meaning...immortality?

is not hunger in it's purest just a bid for continuation?...and continuation could in el gato's mind lead off indefinitely?...to immortality in a way?...does it not even for all of us?...

...so who's to say that my simple cat does not wish immortality for himself as much or more than parents wish to live on thru their children, or a painter thru his work? or the soldier in his tiny part of a legendary seige?

...and here is where i beleive my poor gato's runt life begins to resonate...that when revolution approached him, he was more than game...in fact he was hungry for it... but a kind of hunger that he wasn't ever before aware of , not until he'd first caught it's odd smell...