PROLOGUE
...valued by humans for
its companionship...
...can be trained to
obey simple commands...
...have also been known
to learn on their own to manipulate simple mechanisms...
I never liked cats.
Those good for nothing animals...
All they do is cuddle
you, but only when they feel like it. And rats are their favorite diet!
That's why I was so
friggin' surprised when I came to love just this one cat.
Prettiest thing I've
ever seen back then, much as I hate its kind. Took care of it as if it was my
most valuable possession. Fed it, even tried to train it to some extent. Long
story short, I learned to love it. And somehow, it loved me back.
But as with all good
things in this world, some shit is eventually bound to happen.
Coming home from school,
I was surprised when I couldn't find my cat anywhere inside the house. Looked
everywhere, then moved on searching outside the house. Until nightfall. Wasn't
sure at first but was so fuckin' surprised when I finally heard it purr inside
the house of some faraway neighbor. Me, being the jealous type, flared up. A
LOT. Got into an argument with whoever owned the house. An argument that ended
in a brawl, with my eyes severely damaged that I eventually had to wear
glasses. Been wearing it for years now. *sigh*
Years passed. I still
have the cat, and I hate its kind even more. Great times, worst ones, we spent
together. With my glasses on, of course. Why I never bothered to find another
pet, I do not know.
I'd skip some events now
'coz my cat's already bitchin' 'bout me spending too much time for this
composition. Whew!
And mind you, taking
care of this cat is no easy task in all respect!!!!
Emotionally...
Intellectually...
Physically...
I'd love to elaborate
more on this but again, my apologies.
My bitchin' cat,
remember?
But just to prove a
point. I have my pen on one hand, and a cane on the other. Yep. A cane. A
sturdy, reliable one if I might add.
My cane to walk and
glasses to see.
And this silly cat
sleeping beside me.
EPILOGUE
First few months of having
my cat, made a few discoveries about its past. It was actually owned by someone
previously for quite a while. But for reasons only the previous owner would
ever really know, he rid himself of it. That was when I found the cat. And
changed my life forever.
For me, it’s a very
subjective topic whether or not it had brought me good luck, or misfortune. One
thing's for sure, though: THE KITTENS ARE LOVELY!!!
(",)/;-(
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