Happy Wednesday my dear blurt friends I am happy to be back, so many unhealthy rumors were spread about our blockchain that it made me very angry and indignant to see how some people mocked, but we are back stronger than ever.

Today I want to share with you an experience that happened a few years ago with my Siamese cat Pocholo and that I thought was only possible to see in movies. At the end of March 2018 one Good Friday it was already late, around midnight, I proceeded as every night to count my cats to know if indeed they were all at home, I managed to find four (at that time I only had 5), at home were Manchita, Señor Gato and Cristopher, I called Kapüy and Pocholo who at that time were the smallest and therefore they used to play more in the gardens of the Urbanization, only Kapüy answered the call, which made me strange since she and Pocholo used to go up together, I called Pocholo several times and he did not come up, but I managed to hear his unmistakable meowing in the distance. I know what you are thinking, that all cats meow the same but it is not like that, each one has a different tone, some are more serious, others more acute and some are almost unheard, but I knew that the one that meowed was my Pocholo.

_{Pocholo in the tree}

I went down to see where the sound was coming from, at first I thought it was behind the perimeter wall of the Urbanization, but it turned out that Pocholo was in the branches of a Saman tree, which is at the bottom of the Park, I called him several times to see if he would come down, it was already 12 am and I understood that by his own means he would not be able to come down, I practically did not sleep that night, or what was left of it.

_{Pocholo in the tree}

The next day I went down as soon as I woke up and Pocholo was still in the same place, a neighbor tried the same as me, to call him and guide him showing him with a branch how to get down and he only meowed and walked from one side to the other of the branch as if saying, get me down from here! Thank God I used the social networks to look for help and a friend answered the call, it turns out that he is a rescuer and at that time he was working in Civil Defense, he also loves cats, he has had several since his childhood.

_{Rescue team}

So he arrived at the Urbanization with a whole team who managed to get Pocholo down from the tree, they lured him with food, grabbed him and threw him onto a sheet that was prepared below, like the kind of trampoline you see in the movies when there are fires. When Pocholo was finally taken down from the Saman tree he was extremely scared and ran home and hid for several hours.

_{Rescue team}

Obviously I thanked the team that came to my kitty's rescue, I bought them some delicious ponqués, they didn't give up their guard to come and rescue him. I thought that episodes like this were only seen in the movies and it turned out that I had to live one.

I say goodbye hoping that the images illustrate more clearly what is described here, I would love to read your impressions of what happened in the comments box.

Feliz miércoles mis queridos amigos de blurt estoy feliz de volver, se corrieron tantos rumores mal sanos de nuestra cadena de bloques que me dio mucha rabia e indignación ver como algunos se burlaban, pero estamos de vuelta mas fuertes que nunca.

Hoy deseo compartir con ustedes una experiencia ocurrida hace unos años con mi gato siamés Pocholo y que creí solo era posible ver en películas. A finales de marzo de 2018 un viernes santo ya era tarde, cerca de media noche, procedí como cada noche a contar a mi gatos para saber si efectivamente todos estaban en casa, logre dar con cuatro (en aquel entonces solo tenía 5), en casa estaban Manchita, Señor Gato y Cristopher, llame a Kapüy y Pocholo que en aquel momento eran los mas pequeños y por ello solían jugar más en los jardines de la Urbanización, al llamado sólo respondió Kapüy, cosa que me extraño ya que ella y Pocholo solían subir juntos, llamé varias veces a Pocholo y no subía, pero logre escuchar su inconfundible maullido a lo lejos. Se lo que están pensando, que todos los gatos maúllan igual pero no es así, cada uno tiene un tono, algunos mas graves, otros mas agudos y algunos ni se escuchan casi, pero yo sabía que el que maullaba era mi Pocholo.

Baje a ver de dónde provenía el sonido, al principio creí que estaba detrás de la pared perimetral de la Urbanización, pero resultó que Pocholo estaba en las ramas de un Samán, que se encuentra al fondo del Parque, lo llamé varias veces a ver si se animaba a bajar eran ya las 12 am y comprendí que por sus medios no lograría bajar, prácticamente no dormí esa noche, o lo que quedaba de ella.

Al día siguiente bajé en cuanto me desperté y Pocholo seguía en el mismo lugar una vecina intentó lo mismo que yo, llamarlo y guiarlo mostrándole con una rama como bajar y el solo maullaba y caminaba de un lado a otro de la rama como diciendo, ¡bájenme de acá! Gracias a Dios use las redes sociales para buscar ayuda y un amigo respondió al llamado, resulta que es rescatista y en ese momento trabajaba en Defensa Civil, además le encantan los gatos, ha tenido varios desde su infancia.

Así llego a la Urbanización con todo un equipo los cuales lograron bajar a Pocholo del árbol, lo atrajeron con alimento lo agarraron y lo lanzaron a una sábana que se preparó abajo tipo trampolín de los que se ven en las películas cuando hay incendios. Cuando al fin Pocholo fue bajado del Samán estaba sumamente asustado corrió a casa y estuvo escondido por varias horas.

Obviamente le di las gracias al equipo que vino al rescate de mi gatito, les compré unos deliciosos ponqués, ellos no entregaron su guardia para venir a rescatarlo. Yo creía que episodios como estos sólo se veían en las películas y resultó que me tocó vivir uno.

Me despido esperando que las imágenes ilustren más claramente lo descrito acá, de encantaría leer sus impresiones de lo ocurrido en el cajón de comentarios.