Isn't it funny for someone who professes her preference for friends of the furry kind rather than her homo sapien buddies, to never write any post in her blog about her love? Don't get me wrong..i don't have anything against human. Many are good or has good intentions. It is the few that gets to you. But cats! Ah!...something about their need for you, the longing in their eyes...they never back stab, never talk bad/ back,
Throughout my growing up years I've always had cats around. We are not talking about the occasional stray who stays but those which could call my home their home too i.e if they could talk instead of meow. Truth be told, the statistics would show that I have done my part as a cat lover. I have fed, treated them for various cuts and ailments and had even assisted a tabby which had a difficult delivery. The tiny but very dead kitten was hanging from the mother in a breech birth. And so I did what any self respecting cat lover would~put a rubber glove on and pulled out the critter.
What is it with helping these God's creations that make you feel good? Doesn't generate money or publicity. makes it difficult for you to travel on holidays (nobody wants to take care of them while you are away) sometimes you have to clean their mess, they scratch your favorite furniture, make strings out of rugs, knock into your favorite vase, dig into your flower beds. Seems like they are more nuisance eh? But wait until this frisky fur ball snuggles up to you on a rainy day or a cold morning, purring like a motor boat, or spread out on it's back fast asleep on the cold marble floor on a hot day. It does something to your heart, makes it feel all warm and fuzzy inside.
Curiosity kills the cat. Curiosity makes them cross the street just as a car speeds up, which make them the biggest number in road kill. They are supposed to have nine lives, but it doesn't save them when the need arises. They are so vulnerable with their soft cuddly bodies, so you morons out there! Just give the cat a break when you see it trying to cross the street!
Which brings me the the current male in my life~ BRUCE. Bruce omnipresent, forever hungry (he's almost as fat as I think Garfield would be at his age, he's all of 6 months). Somehow he manages to get everyone in the house to feed him his favorite food eventhough he had just had his fill. Bruce who despite being a cat would shame any puppy in a throw and fetch game. Bruce who sleeps sometimes in a tight ball, other times flat on his back (he's a shameless flasher!) and sometimes in muscle twisting Travolta pose.
Share with me my love....
Throughout my growing up years I've always had cats around. We are not talking about the occasional stray who stays but those which could call my home their home too i.e if they could talk instead of meow. Truth be told, the statistics would show that I have done my part as a cat lover. I have fed, treated them for various cuts and ailments and had even assisted a tabby which had a difficult delivery. The tiny but very dead kitten was hanging from the mother in a breech birth. And so I did what any self respecting cat lover would~put a rubber glove on and pulled out the critter.
What is it with helping these God's creations that make you feel good? Doesn't generate money or publicity. makes it difficult for you to travel on holidays (nobody wants to take care of them while you are away) sometimes you have to clean their mess, they scratch your favorite furniture, make strings out of rugs, knock into your favorite vase, dig into your flower beds. Seems like they are more nuisance eh? But wait until this frisky fur ball snuggles up to you on a rainy day or a cold morning, purring like a motor boat, or spread out on it's back fast asleep on the cold marble floor on a hot day. It does something to your heart, makes it feel all warm and fuzzy inside.
Curiosity kills the cat. Curiosity makes them cross the street just as a car speeds up, which make them the biggest number in road kill. They are supposed to have nine lives, but it doesn't save them when the need arises. They are so vulnerable with their soft cuddly bodies, so you morons out there! Just give the cat a break when you see it trying to cross the street!
Which brings me the the current male in my life~ BRUCE. Bruce omnipresent, forever hungry (he's almost as fat as I think Garfield would be at his age, he's all of 6 months). Somehow he manages to get everyone in the house to feed him his favorite food eventhough he had just had his fill. Bruce who despite being a cat would shame any puppy in a throw and fetch game. Bruce who sleeps sometimes in a tight ball, other times flat on his back (he's a shameless flasher!) and sometimes in muscle twisting Travolta pose.
2 comments:
meow meow meow..
Anon,
Meow to you too...You want cat feed?
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