Los gatos de Ulthar.

Los gatos de Ulthar.

Hola muy buenas a todos, hoy os voy a narrar con musiquita misteriosa, uno de los cuentos del escritor de fantasía y horror H.P. Lovecraft. Los gatos de Ulthar ( The cats of Ulthar), fue escrito en junio de 1920 y publicado posteriormente en noviembre del mismo año por la revista Weird Tales. Es un cuento muy interesante que deja un claro mensaje para todo el mundo. Bueno aquí os dejo con Los gatos de Ulthar, espero que lo disfrutéis y os guste.

Un abrazo y un saludo.

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Ancient travelers say that in Ulthar, a hidden town located Beyond the Skai River, it is totally forbidden to kill a cat and I can truly believe it by looking at a cat that rests and purrs peacefully in front of a small bonfire. The cat is a being. close critic

Of the type of strange things that we cannot see He is the soul of Ancient Egypt the possessor of stories of cities forgotten by the passing of time they are relatives of the kings of the jungle Heirs of the secrets of distant and sinister Africa the sphinx is

Her family, they speak their own language, being older than that of the sphinx. It reminds her of what she has forgotten in Ulthar, before its people forbade killing cats, there lived an old peasant and his wife, they loved to trap and kill their cats. neighbors, why

They would do it, I don’t know except that many people don’t like it. Hearing their high-pitched meows at night makes them feel bad when cats run and play in patios and gardens at dusk despite not knowing the reasons. The old man and his woman enjoyed capturing and killing

Each cat that approached their cabin after dark. You could hear noises that made the locals imagine the peculiar way they had of taking the lives of cats, but the villagers did not dare to talk to the old man. and his wife, his withered face, accompanied by that

Small cabin where they lived in the darkness of some oak trees in the forest with a neglected backyard. The reality was that the owners of the cats deeply hated that couple, but fear did not allow them to act instead of To blame them for being cruel murderers, what they

Did was to be very careful that no cat went down the path of the remote cabin in the Forest when, due to regrettable carelessness, a cat disappeared and after dark the owner of the house heard that peculiar noise. The animal could only feel helplessness or comfort by thanking

Fate that it had not been one of its children who had disappeared. The simple people of Ulthar did not know about the origin of cats. One day, a caravan of strange strangers coming from the South entered the narrow and cobbled streets of Ulthar those somber pilgrims were not

The same as others who had passed through there in the market they read the future to the townspeople and bought trinkets from other merchants where these pilgrims came from no one knew but they looked very dedicated to strange prayers on their cars they had strange figures of

Human bodies painted with the heads of cats Eagles rams and lions the leader of the Caravan wore a headdress with two horns and a striking disk between the horns an orphan child went with them in the Caravan he cared for of a little black kitten The plague had not treated him well but

Had left him this little furry thing to reduce his pain being so young a cat and his antics are a great distraction in this way menes which is what these dark people called the boy he smiled More than crying as he sat playing with his black kitten on the steps of that

Strange caravan during the third morning of the strange strangers’ stay in Ulthar, Menes could not find his kitten while the boy cried loudly in the market some days. The villagers told the boy about the old man and his wife and the noises heard at night.

The boy heard this and changed his crying into reflection and finally began to pray. He stretched his arms towards the Sun and prayed in an unknown language to The villagers, not being able to understand anything, did not try very hard to do so either because their attention was concentrated on the

Sky because of the strange shapes that the clouds were taking. It was very curious because while the child was saying those words, shadowy and exotic figures were forming in the clouds. nebulae of hybrid creatures crowned with a worn disk, nature is capricious, creating

Illusions to impress the imagination of our mind that night the mysterious wanderers left Ulthar and were never seen. The Villagers and most of them being cat owners began to worry because they could not They saw no cats in the entire town in the homes Where there was

A family cat, the small, large, black, gray, striped cats had also disappeared. oranges white cron the old man the burgomaster swore that the dark people had taken all the cats in revenge for the death of the kitten of menes he cursed the boy and the Caravan

But Nith the scrawny notary declared that the old peasant and his wife were probably the most suspicious because their hatred for cats was more than deserved and shameless, despite everything, no one had the courage to complain to the sinister Atal couple. The innkeeper’s son swore that he had

Seen all the cats of Ulthar at dusk in that cursed courtyard. under the trees, circling and ceremoniously around the hut in pairs as if performing some kind of rite of the beasts of which there was no knowledge. The Villagers did not know whether to love

The child although they feared that the horrible couple had bewitched them towards After his death, they preferred not to face the old peasant until he was out of his dark and repellent courtyard. The people of Ulthar went to sleep with uncertainty. When they woke up at dawn, each cat had returned to

Its corresponding stove, large, small, gray, striped, orange and white, none of them were missing. They appeared very shiny and fat and with a golden and satisfied purr. The Villagers were amazed by the events. Kranon the old man continued to insist that the sinister strangers

Had taken them since the cats never returned alive from the old man and the woman’s cabin, but everyone agreed on one thing all the cats did not want to eat their portion of meat or drink from their saucers the milk everything was very curious for two whole days the

Bright and weak cats of Ulthar did not touch their food they only dozed in front of the fire or under The sun passed a week before the villagers realized that in the dark hut under the sun

The lights did not come on at dusk. Then the scrawny Nith said that the old man and his wife had not been seen since the night they left. cats were away the following week the burgomaster took enough courage to overcome his fears and called to the silent

Abode as if it were a matter of duty although he was restored to health taking with him witnesses Shang the blacksmith and Thul the stone cutter when they broke down After these events the people of Ulthar talked about it Zath the coroner argued for a long time

With m the scrawny notary Kranon Shang and Thul were harassed with questions even Little Atal The innkeeper’s son was exhaustively interrogated and rewarded with a sweet that they gave him They spoke of the old peasant and his wife of the Caravan of sinister pilgrims of the little

Menes and his black kitten from the prayer of menes and from heaven during that prayer of the acts of the cats The night the Caravan left or what was later found in the dark and small cabin in the forest under the trees in the disgusting yard Finally

The Villagers approved that amazing law which is Ada by the merchants in ha and discussed by the travelers in na knowing that in Ulthar absolutely no one can kill a cat [Music]