The widow and the cats. She feels so sad and so lonely that she always cooks for five persons because that is the number of chairs she has in her dining room and in the case that whatever visits would come. She always keeps candies in the storage room and she takes care to remove them when the caducity date comes and gets some new ones in order to give it to the children than never will visit her. The cats are her only company and she talks to them calling at everyone by his own name, arguing with them when they are naughty and taking them to the pet doctor when they feel sick. But that’s not enough for her and everyday, she goes out carrying the extra meal, looking for more street cats to feed, putting the food always in the same corners, not knowing that she also feeds rats, pigeons and seagulls. She walks everyday to the mall through the longest path, looking at all the faces passing along in the case she meet someone to talk to, but she knows there is no one known left. She buys the top quality brand meal for her dear cats and changes a little words about the weather with the busy cashier. After that, she pays and walks back home to set herself in her armchair in front of the television. She takes the remote control and switches on the gossip programs and waits for the weekly telephone call life test. As soon as some shrilling noise wakes her up, she slowly stands up and makes her way to bed in order to keep on dreaming on happy past times. And then, in a low tone, her cats essay their funeral chorus in the dark.