When the mouse settled on the cat's back, with his little hands hooked in the fur under his ears, Mix shook his tail with force, letting an unfamiliar fever take hold of him, dragging himself almost to the edge between the roof and the void, with slow movements he gathered his body on his hind legs, waiting for that familiar power to overwhelm him, the power of the big felines, the tiger, the lion, the jaguar, and then he jumped, stretching his body like a saïta.

"I like cats because they are mysterious, dignified, and independent. When I met little Mix, a cat that my son Max had adopted from the Munich Animal Protection Society, I was impressed by the dignity of this little cat that fit in my palm. Mix grew up continuing to impress me because he didn't look like any other cat. He had a beautifully cut, Greek profile that drew everyone's attention."