Musa Carolina, nuestra hermosa gatita// Musa Carolina, our beautiful kitty.

Hoy quiero comentarles sobre esta hermosa gatita que lleva por nombre Musa Carolina. Su nombre fue escogido por mi papá, a él no le gustaban los gatos hasta que ella llego a nuestro hogar, es su niña consentida.

Musa es traída a nosotros con solo dos meses de edad, no solíamos ser amantes de los gatos al principio fue complicado el cuidarla. Esta mínima en particular no es de esos felinos cariñosos, suele ser bastante obstinada si se lo propone, no le agradan demasiados las caricias y normalmente te ignora al menos que tengas comida.

Good morning friends of Hive!
Today I want to tell you about this beautiful kitten named Musa Carolina. Her name was chosen by my dad, he didn't like cats until she came to our home, she is his favorite girl.
Musa was brought to us when she was only two months old, we were not used to be cat lovers, at the beginning it was complicated to take care of her. This particular little one in particular is not one of those affectionate felines, she tends to be quite stubborn if she sets her mind to it, she doesn't like to be petted too much and usually ignores you unless you have food.

Ella tenía un hermanito canino llamado Faleón, un cruce de razas entre Pitbull y Dalmata. Peleaban demasiado, como típicos perros y gatos, sin embargo estas peleas eran tranquilas, juguetonas y cortas, al cabo de un rato ya dormían uno al lado del otro. Faleón era muy juguetón y ella nunca lo ha sido, era muy gratificante y divertido verlos juntos. Fueron muy unidos.

Conforme Musa crecía, Faleón se volvió su guardián, estaba siempre dispuesto a defenderla de perros o gatos extraños, cuantos arañazos y rasguños se llevó solo por protegerla, muy pocas veces era al revés, pero sí, Musa correteo gatos y aves para proteger a su amigo.
Al Faleón fallecer Musa estuvo delicada, se notaba su falta de energía y ánimos. Todos en la casa sabíamos lo mucho que se querían, entretenerla era la tarea de esos días, no jugaba y dormía mucho.
Poco a poco y con ayuda mejoró, su pelaje blanco y suave volvió a ser el mismo y recuperó su fuerza vital, a veces lo buscaba o lo esperaba, pero entendió que no regresaría para otra partida.

She had a little canine brother named Faleon, a cross breed between Pitbull and Dalmata. They fought too much, like typical dogs and cats, however these fights were calm, playful and short, after a while they were sleeping side by side. Faleon was very playful and she has never been playful, it was very rewarding and fun to see them together. They were very close.
As Musa grew up, Faleon became her guardian, he was always ready to defend her from strange dogs or cats, how many scratches and scrapes he got just to protect her, very few times it was the other way around, but yes, Musa ran cats and birds to protect her friend.
When Faleón passed away, Musa was in a delicate state, her lack of energy and spirits was noticeable. Everyone in the house knew how much they loved each other, entertaining her was the task of those days, she did not play and slept a lot.
Little by little and with help she improved, her white and soft fur was the same again and she recovered her vital force, sometimes she looked for him or waited for him, but she understood that he would not come back for another game.

Musa es nuestra alarma natural, se acostumbró a maullar a las 5 de la mañana y en los fines de semana lo hace 7 a 8 am, en vacaciones es donde más hay problemas ya que queremos seguir durmiendo y ella nos llama para que le den su desayuno. Gracias a mi hermana, Musa no puede comer en las mañanas sola, alguien debe esperar y hacerle compañía mientras come. Si no lo hace da pequeños mordiscos como castigo.

Sus castigos son pequeños pero firmes, sin embargo no hacen daño, te puede sorprender ya que los da cuando no los esperas, pero fácilmente, recuerdas el porqué de esa acción.

Musa is our natural alarm, she got used to meow at 5 am and on weekends she does it 7 to 8 am, on vacations is where there are more problems since we want to keep sleeping and she calls us to get her breakfast. Thanks to my sister, Musa can't eat in the mornings alone, someone must wait and keep her company while she eats. If she doesn't she gives small bites as punishment.
Her punishments are small but firm, however they don't hurt, it may surprise you as she gives them when you don't expect them, but easily, you remember the reason for that action.