THE BOOK OF «SATIRICAL GATTOLOQUIS» BY IPAZIA GATTA ROMANA IS OUT FOR DISTRIBUTION

Our personal faith is at risk, but this is precisely the challenge that we must overcome and that of all challenges has always been the most difficult: the great test of faith that, as the Author of the Letter to the Hebrews warns: «[…] is the substance of things hoped for, the evidence of things not seen ".

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For Editions types The Island of Patmos The book by our author Ipatia Gatta Romana is being distributed. A very feline and biting book, comparable to Alberto Sordi's style of comedy, behind which often, or perhaps almost always, the tragedy was hidden, represented not crying but laughing, although that rice always left a bitter aftertaste.

The work of Ipatia Gatta Romana is presented by Father Ariel S. Levi di Gualdo who wrote the preface.

 

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PREFACE BY

Ariel S. Levi di Gualdo

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Many people do not know that cats are especially loved by secular clergy. They don't know because they don't frequent priests and their spaces, or because some priests only know what is linked to the surreal black legends circulating on a planetary level, especially from the period following the French Revolution, in which it flourished and spread truly extraordinary. There are numerous religious houses, the male and female monasteries and convents where there has always been the presence of cats, almost almost de rigueur. In none of these homes were the cats wanted and taken in, they are the ones who arrived. Also because the cat is capable of presenting itself at the doors of monasteries and convents with an extraordinary pimp-like air, capable of playing the part of the poor trembling creature wonderfully, abandoned and hungry, before which monks, nuns and friars hardly have the courage to throw him out.

Felines have another relationship with religious people, as they are people who live in communities. Therefore, the cat, he establishes a community relationship with the inhabitants of those sacred walls, ending up becoming an animal with a very religious character, monastic or conventual. These are the so-called "cats of contemplative life". The relationship they establish with the presbyters of the secular clergy is completely different, who almost always live individually in their parsonages or private homes.

The cat is that splendid independent animal, but deeply affectionate and faithful, capable of breaking the priest's loneliness, becoming his companion and friend.

While quite a few bishops, careless, they left their priests, young and old, in a state of abandonment and loneliness, if anything with the potential risk of reactively falling into depressive syndromes or alcohol dependence, to say the least, here the presence of a cat managed to do what many of these bishops did not do: stay close to their priests.

At times, for a priest, a cat can do much more than his bishop busy tormenting his heart as a melodramatic actor for the poor, migrants and refugees…

Homily for Holy Christmas? Poor, migrants and refugees. On the contrary, directly new version and reading of the Holy Gospel: «Jesus was poor…Jesus was a migrant…Jesus was a refugee…».

Holy Mass at the Lord's Supper? Poor, migrants and refugees. In fact, as is well known - I have said and written it but I never tire of repeating it - during the Last Supper Jesus Christ took a poor, or if we prefer a migrant or a refugee, he showed it to the Apostles and told them: “This is my body, this is my blood". All after having established social workers, not Priests of the New Covenant, giving them a specific command: “Go around the world and found NGOs”.

Easter of Resurrection? Needless to say. For those who are resurrected Jesus Christ, if not for the poor, migrants and refugees, made yet another object of the episcopal homily on the mystery of the empty tomb of the Risen One who defeats death?

Many of us are perhaps annoyed by poor people, migrants and refugees? Of course not! We are only so because of the conformism of the moment of certain ecclesiastics who at the first change of wind will not hesitate to change their attitude and flag instantly. This is what is understandably annoying.

In a similar situation of ecclesial and doctrinal drift, you understand well the extraordinary importance for a priest of those exceptional animals that are cats, authentic masters in teaching the art of... but ignore them!

Hypatia Gatta Roman, witty and ironic feline without mincing words, she is an authentic master in this art summarized in her own way in the sentence: «Now piatelli on a series, you owe them by pija just fuck!».

A few years ago an elderly priest died, with a life dedicated to the care of believers of Christ without any self-sacrifice. Finally becoming old and ill he was left to his own devices, with all the inconveniences and discomforts that old age and illness can bring with them.

They wanted to put him in a retirement home for priests in the city, but he, who had lived his whole life in a rural mountain area, replied that he would die in that structure within a month.

There was no shortage of space in the town's rectory, converted from a former 16th century Franciscan convent, but the new parish priest only liked his predecessor, now partially incapacitated, remained in the parish structure. A parishioner thus made an old apartment he owned available to him, two small rooms on the first floor overlooking a town square, where the new parish priest went in a hurry to say hello for Christmas and Easter, despite living in 100 meters away. On one of these two occasions, upon his exit he made a very ironic and unfortunate joke to some parishioners who were on the street, telling them with rare sensitivity: «… and this too is done, see you at Easter!».

The elderly, semi-ill priest could, however, count on some precious resources: several grateful and grateful parishioners for the apostolate he carried out who visited him in rotation to keep him company and pray with him, some elderly women who looked after him every day with housework and his beloved and inseparable cat, named Tobit. Also an old brother several times a month, with a simple call, gave him spiritual assistance.

Finally the old priest died. His funeral was celebrated by the bishop in the parish church of which he had been parish priest for fifty years. Bishop installed for about a year and what ever, the two times he had gone to that parish, one for the Patron Saint's Day, one for Holy Confirmations, he had found time to go and visit him. Which is more than understandable in these times in which bishops new generation they respect others, new priorities; they have poor people, migrants and refugees who await them in every corner. Sometimes they even go to greet them inside the mosques, because if they really don't meet them on the street they go looking for them, with the far-sighted aim of giving the Mohammedans the ropes with which Europe will soon be hanged.

During the homily, the bishop had a "memory lapse", if we want to call it that: he could not remember the name of the dead priest, which was suggested to him in a low voice by the parish priest sitting nearby. Whether it was a sign from heaven this is not known, but just while to the miserable bishop everything poor, migrants and refugees the name was whispered, at the same time Tobias entered the church, the deceased priest's cat, with soft and solemn step he walked the whole aisle and went to squat under his master's coffin, where he remained attentive and sly throughout the Holy Mass without ever moving, she knew him well and loved him.

The feline had seen the funeral home workers first place him in the coffin and then seal it, then take her away. Left alone in the house, he slipped out of a half-open window on the first floor, he then jumped into the street and headed towards the church.

What to say: certain bishops should learn from the wisdom and faithful kindness of certain cats who don't talk about the poor at all, migrants and refugees. On the contrary, if some mouse tried to illegally emigrate into their house to damage it, maybe they would even celebrate him, they certainly wouldn't remove the crucifix from the wall so as not to disturb the rodent, in case he was a Muslim mouse who screams before biting into the cheese: God is Great AAllah Akbar! (Allah is the greatest!).

Cats have no spirit of furry charity, however, they are capable of following their master right to the coffin, while the pious bishop new generation all poor, migrants and refugees, he didn't even know the name of his priest who had served the Church and the People of God for fifty years.

Said this: could never, the biting Hypatia Gatta Romana, Don't take the piss out of certain people? As you will see by reading the chapters of this systematic collection, Hypatia has been around for several years now, patient and sagacious philosopher, he was able to observe with a careful eye and was able to grasp, photographing and commenting in often good-natured language, but witty, sometimes even caustic, moments, episodes, facts and situations that have negatively characterized participation in the life of the Church in the last decade, starting from its most titled exponents up to the last small and humble faithful. A progressive crisis that comes from afar and seems to have no end, a general degradation of the ecclesiastical institution and its structures, a lack of clarity and a continuous game of ambiguity by the hierarchy, a dangerous loss of authority on the part of the authorities responsible for leading the Vatican departments, the dioceses and further down to the parishes. There are fewer and fewer exceptions to the decline of religious practice and virtuous examples are increasingly precious and difficult to identify. Our personal faith is at risk, but this is precisely the challenge that we must overcome and that of all challenges has always been the most difficult: the great test of faith that, as the Author of the Letter to the Hebrews warns:

«[…] is the substance of things hoped for, the evidence of things not seen " (EB 11, 1).

Between one irony and another Hypatia always reminds us of a fundamental principle that no Catholic adheres to, cleric or layman, must never fail:

«[…] we must kiss the hand that slaps us, if that hand is the hand of the Supreme Pontiff or of our Bishop".

Those who think this way and act accordingly in the life of faith, it can also be ironic, because it is a luxury that is granted to him and that he can fully afford.

Rome, 20 January 2023

Saint Sebastian martyr

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