Everything in life happens for a reason. I live in Guadalajara, Mexico and a few months ago I went to an art show celebrating the late Spanish surrealist painter Remedios Varo. That night I was captivated by one particular painting called "El paraíso de los gatos" or "The cat's paradise" because there was this little black cat in the painting that made no sense 'cause all the cats were playing or something and this one wasn't so I thought that the cat must be the artist's "alter ego". A few hours later, I got a phone call from my boss telling me that he couldn't go on a business trip planned for the next day and so I had to go to his home for some papers & money. When I got there he asked me if I could go with him to the ATM so we went and while I waited for him I saw a little black cat like the one in the painting crying in a weird way and people were passing by but no one seemed to care. When I got closer I noticed little drops of blood and to my surprise the cat's tail was "removed". I took the cat in a hurry and told my boss to drive me to the closest vet. When I got there the vet told me that the cat was very weak and malnourished and so maybe couldn't take the surgery. He told me that someone tore the cat's tail... I couldn't believe it, I couldn't believe what was happening in the mind of that person... but anyway, I left de little one in the vet hopping for the best. I went the next day (and the whole week) to see how the cat was progressing. At that time I was searching for a foster home 'cause I live in a small apartment and already have 2 cats. But surely this little survivor stole's my heart. Obviously I called her "Remedios", because we were meant to be together, maybe since the late artist drew that painting in 1955.