{"id":498,"date":"2012-11-20T02:58:29","date_gmt":"2012-11-20T02:58:29","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.joatanfontoura.com\/blog\/?p=498"},"modified":"2012-11-20T04:12:53","modified_gmt":"2012-11-20T04:12:53","slug":"o-puma-e-chato-mas-e-meu-amigo","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.joatanfontoura.com\/blog\/intercambio\/o-puma-e-chato-mas-e-meu-amigo\/","title":{"rendered":"O Puma \u00e9 chato mas \u00e9 meu amigo"},"content":{"rendered":"<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">Uma grande amiga que fiz na <a href=\"http:\/\/www.joatanfontoura.com\/blog\/?s=hansa&amp;search=Search\" target=\"_blank\">Hansa<\/a>, a\u00a0<a href=\"http:\/\/www.facebook.com\/profile.php?id=100003912240819&amp;ref=ts&amp;fref=ts\" target=\"_blank\">Camila Mara\u00f1on<\/a>, sempre fica brava quando eu chamo alguma coisa aqui em Toronto de &#8220;<em>host<\/em>&#8220;. Claro que \u00e9 apenas uma brincadeira da minha parte, mas pra mim tudo aqui \u00e9 &#8220;host&#8221;. Afinal, eu tenho uma <em>host school<\/em>, uma <em>host family<\/em>, um <em>host room<\/em> e at\u00e9 um <em>host cat<\/em>, considerando que a tradu\u00e7\u00e3o literal para &#8220;host&#8221; \u00e9 hospedeiro.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">O Puma \u00e9 o gato de estima\u00e7\u00e3o da fam\u00edlia com quem estou morando desde que cheguei aqui. Tenho minhas d\u00favidas se ele \u00e9 apenas mais um gato no mundo ou se tem alguma peculiaridade diferente dos demais. Acredito realmente que ele \u00e9 apenas um gato carente. Sempre que recebe um afago na cabe\u00e7a, come\u00e7a a ronronar feito maluco, e quando fica muito feliz, rolar pelo ch\u00e3o \u00e9 pouco pra ele. Contudo, ele tem os seus momentos importunos. Quando quer alguma coisa, principalmente comida ou sair para o quintal, n\u00e3o deixa quem estiver na sua frente caminhar, ele fica andando em c\u00edrculos ao redor da pessoa, at\u00e9 que a sua vontade seja atendida.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><a href=\"http:\/\/www.joatanfontoura.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2012\/11\/puma_joatan_fontoura_host_cat_canada.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"aligncenter  wp-image-526\" title=\"puma_joatan_fontoura_host_cat_canada\" src=\"http:\/\/www.joatanfontoura.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2012\/11\/puma_joatan_fontoura_host_cat_canada.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"402\" height=\"302\" srcset=\"http:\/\/www.joatanfontoura.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2012\/11\/puma_joatan_fontoura_host_cat_canada.jpg 1024w, http:\/\/www.joatanfontoura.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2012\/11\/puma_joatan_fontoura_host_cat_canada-300x225.jpg 300w\" sizes=\"(max-width: 402px) 100vw, 402px\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">Existe uma porta de vidro na cozinha, a qual libera o acesso para um pequeno jardim. Acho que a situa\u00e7\u00e3o mais c\u00f4mica \u00e9 quando todos est\u00e3o jantando e ele fica sentado do lado de fora, na frente da porta, olhando com uma cara extremamente triste pra o pessoal que est\u00e1 comendo, n\u00e3o saindo de l\u00e1 at\u00e9 que algu\u00e9m levante e abra a porta para ele entrar. Consequentemente a mesma pessoa precisa servir uma bela por\u00e7\u00e3o de ra\u00e7\u00e3o na tigela dele, ou as vezes, uma comida de gato enlatada a base de peixe, a qual, at\u00e9 eu mesmo comeria se estivesse com muita fome.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">Algumas vezes quando ele j\u00e1 est\u00e1 dentro de casa, antes do pessoal sentar na mesa pra jantar, por incr\u00edvel que pare\u00e7a ele resolve sentar na frente das suas tijelas e comer ao mesmo tempo que as pessoas na mesa de jantar. Quando ele termina sua refei\u00e7\u00e3o, resolve subir na mesa e dar uma voltinha entre os pratos. Geralmente a <em>host mother<\/em> n\u00e3o gosta (quem gosta???) e manda ele sair, abrindo a porta, atendendo a vontade dele, pois provavelmente est\u00e1 na hora do &#8220;n\u00famero 2&#8221;.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">Certa vez, um dos &#8220;colegas de quarto&#8221;, o <a href=\"http:\/\/www.facebook.com\/adrian.porteroromero\" target=\"_blank\">Adrian Romero<\/a>, e eu estavamos chegando em casa, j\u00e1 era um tanto tarde da noite, eu estava segurando o celular como laterna enquanto ele tentava acertar a fechadura e abrir a porta. Derrepente escutamos o Puma miando e caminhando em nossa dire\u00e7\u00e3o, conseguindo abrir a porta, Adrian exclamou: <em>&#8220;Come on, come on! Let\u00b4s come in! [R\u00e1pido! Vamos entrar!]&#8221;<\/em>. Entramos correndo e fechamos o Puma pra fora. Interessante que quando o Adrian chegou aqui na <em>homestay<\/em>, ele realmente gostava do Puma. Chegavamos da escola e ele logo brincava, dizendo: <em>&#8220;Where is my cat? [Onde est\u00e1 meu gato?]&#8221;<\/em>. Mas infelizmente o Puma perdeu o amigo quando resolveu ir dormir junto com o Adrian.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">Algumas semanas atr\u00e1s eu estava atrasado pra escola. Todos j\u00e1 haviam sa\u00eddo mas como de costume, meu <em>breakfast<\/em> estava na mesa esperando por mim. Sentei e quando fui come\u00e7ar a comer, apareceu o Puma querendo comida tamb\u00e9m. Abri o arm\u00e1rio, servi ra\u00e7\u00e3o e voltei novamente pra meu caf\u00e9. Ele cheirou, fez uma cara de quem n\u00e3o queria nada e saiu. Como ele viu quando eu abri o arm\u00e1rio, provavelmente sabendo que as comidas enlatadas ficam no mesmo lugar, ele foi at\u00e9 a frente do m\u00f3vel e ficou tentando abrir a portinha. Inacreditavelmente ele conseguiu abrir e entrar, ao mesmo tempo, fechando ele pr\u00f3prio l\u00e1 dentro. Claro que a solu\u00e7\u00e3o foi parar meu caf\u00e9 novamente, resgatar o bichano e servir a dita comida enlatada que ele tanto gosta.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">Apesar de tudo, o Puma \u00e9 um gato engra\u00e7ado. Mas vale citar que se eu quero privacidade, n\u00e3o posso deixar a porta do quarto semi-fechada. Ele acaba usando suas patas bi\u00f4nicas, empurrando e abrindo a mesma. Como sempre, ele sobe pelas coisas e fica tentando abrir as minhas gavetas, talvez ele acha que o estoque <em>master<\/em> das comidinhas enlatadas fica aqui dentro.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">-| TRANSLATING TO ENGLISH |-<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">[Puma is boring but he is my friend]<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">A really good friend that I made at <a href=\"http:\/\/www.joatanfontoura.com\/blog\/?s=hansa&amp;search=Search\" target=\"_blank\">Hansa<\/a>, <a href=\"http:\/\/www.facebook.com\/profile.php?id=100003912240819&amp;ref=ts&amp;fref=ts\" target=\"_blank\">Camila Mara\u00f1on<\/a>, always to be angry when I call something of &#8220;host&#8221; here in Toronto. Of course that it\u00b4s just a joke of mine but I think everything here is &#8220;host&#8221;. By the way, I have a host school, a host family, a host room and even a host cat.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">Puma is my host family\u00b4s cat. I am living in them home since I arrived in Toronto. I have some questions about him, maybe he isn\u00b4t just one more cat in the world. I think each one is different even the cats. I think that Puma is a needy cat. Everytime when he receives some care, he starts to purr like a crazy kitten and when he feels so happy, he starts to roll in the floor. By the way, he has some annoying times. When he wants something like food or leave to outside in the garden, he starts to walk in front of your feet, turning around, until you make what he wants.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><a href=\"http:\/\/www.joatanfontoura.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2012\/11\/puma_joatan_fontoura_host_cat_canada_2.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"aligncenter  wp-image-527\" title=\"puma_joatan_fontoura_host_cat_canada_2\" src=\"http:\/\/www.joatanfontoura.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2012\/11\/puma_joatan_fontoura_host_cat_canada_2.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"402\" height=\"302\" srcset=\"http:\/\/www.joatanfontoura.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2012\/11\/puma_joatan_fontoura_host_cat_canada_2.jpg 1024w, http:\/\/www.joatanfontoura.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2012\/11\/puma_joatan_fontoura_host_cat_canada_2-300x225.jpg 300w\" sizes=\"(max-width: 402px) 100vw, 402px\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">There is a glass door in the kitchen and there is a little garden outside. I think the most funny time happens when everybody is having dinner and he is sitting outside, making an upset face and looking through the door to everyone inside the kitchen. He keeps it until somebody open the door for him. Also, the same person should give some cat\u00b4s food in his plate.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">Sometimes, when he is inside home, before the people sit down to have dinner, he starts to eat in the same time, but of course it is his food. When he finished it, he jumps on the table, walking between our food. The host mother usually doesn\u00b4t like it (who likes???) and take him outside, opening the door to him leave. Probably, it is his &#8220;pupu time&#8221;.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">One day, my roommate, <a href=\"http:\/\/www.facebook.com\/adrian.porteroromero\" target=\"_blank\">Adrian Romero<\/a>, and me were arriving at home. It was late in the night, I was holding my cellphone like a flashlight in front of the door while Adrian was trying to open it. Suddenly, we listed Puma mews and he was walking in our way. Quickly, Adrian opened the door and said: <em>&#8220;Come on, come on! Let\u00b4s come in!&#8221;<\/em>. We came in the house almost running and closed the door before Puma comes together. Anyway, when Adrian arrived here, he loved Puma. Sometimes, we arrived from school and he asked: <em>&#8220;Where is my cat?&#8221;<\/em>. Unfortunately, Puma lost his friend when he decided to sleep together with Adrian.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">Some weeks ago, I was late to school. Everybody has leaved but my breakfast was waiting for me on the table. When I was sitting and I would start to eat my food, Puma appeared, he was asking for food. I stopped my meal and gave some food to him. He just smelled it and kept to asking for. Before I gave the food, he saw the place where I took it. It is a kind of cabinet. By the way, he goes until there and started to try opening the doors. I didn\u00b4t belive but he got it. Puma has opened the door and came in inside of the cabinet, looking for his favorite cat\u00b4s food. But when he opened the door, it came back and closed him inside the place. Also, I should stopped my breakfast again, save Puma and give his favorite cat\u00b4s food.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">About everything, Puma is a funny cat. Also, I should tell that if I want to be alone in my room, I can\u00b4t to keep the door almost open because he uses his little paws and open my door. Like always, he jumps in the furniture and try to open my cabinet like he made in the kitchen. Maybe he thinks that there is a master stock of his food inside it.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">-| Remember: This is my first long post that I translated to English. I hope you can understand if I made some mistake and help me to improve my English. Thanks! |-<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Uma grande amiga que fiz na Hansa, a\u00a0Camila Mara\u00f1on, sempre fica brava quando eu chamo alguma coisa aqui em Toronto de &#8220;host&#8220;. Claro que \u00e9 apenas uma brincadeira da minha parte, mas pra mim tudo aqui \u00e9 &#8220;host&#8221;. Afinal, eu tenho uma host school, uma host family, um host room e at\u00e9 um host cat, [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":3,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[18],"tags":[69,21,26,19],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.joatanfontoura.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/498"}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.joatanfontoura.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.joatanfontoura.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.joatanfontoura.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/3"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.joatanfontoura.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=498"}],"version-history":[{"count":6,"href":"http:\/\/www.joatanfontoura.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/498\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":530,"href":"http:\/\/www.joatanfontoura.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/498\/revisions\/530"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.joatanfontoura.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=498"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.joatanfontoura.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=498"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.joatanfontoura.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=498"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}