My Ole Friend
They may seem extremely reclusive, but they are cuddle-some and loving creatures. They may not seem to care what you say and respond as a dog does but they can be a good listener --- just like introverts.
This month I just realized the existence of our four cats living in our kitchen. Back when I was about 6 years old, 13 years ago, I had a pet kitten. It was gray and furry. I always couldn't sleep at night thinking about him, that he might catch cold or get killed by our dog. Silly things emerge my mind such as building him a sturdy cat house provided with all the things he needed and life-saving pop up kit in case of emergencies.
My parents do not allow pets inside our house, so every morning I rush to the corner of our dirty kitchen where I made him his own little house covered with cloths. I play with him for hours and wouldn't care about the fuss the world is about. I was just simply happy with him, not like other kids my age, he wasn't noisy and doesn't require me much energy to drain.
One day, I woke up the usual time and rushed to the corner, only to find out that he wasn't there anymore! I asked my grandmother where he went. I had the instinct that he was taken away from me, and I was right. My grandmother told me he was abducted by my mother to a place far from our house so that he couldn't find his way home.
I got mad and cried all day ~ It was painful and I was crestfallen. But somehow I got sort of relieved when my grandmother comforted me and told me that it was for the better, and to prevent me from getting sick because of its furs and all the filth. I still got upset, however.
But then again, as I grew up I realized that some things are meant to be taken away from us in order to fill in with much better things. For me, it wasn't just a play thing, it was my friend. But life couldn't be just a 'kitten and me forever'. There are endless possibilities ~ Meeting other peculiar friends maybe quite rare these days but they're still something we can learn from. Getting stuck in a thought that life demands us what others want us to be, might quite cause our energies to have tragic loss, but indeed when you find someone or something you love, everything seems easier.
My parents do not allow pets inside our house, so every morning I rush to the corner of our dirty kitchen where I made him his own little house covered with cloths. I play with him for hours and wouldn't care about the fuss the world is about. I was just simply happy with him, not like other kids my age, he wasn't noisy and doesn't require me much energy to drain.
One day, I woke up the usual time and rushed to the corner, only to find out that he wasn't there anymore! I asked my grandmother where he went. I had the instinct that he was taken away from me, and I was right. My grandmother told me he was abducted by my mother to a place far from our house so that he couldn't find his way home.
I got mad and cried all day ~ It was painful and I was crestfallen. But somehow I got sort of relieved when my grandmother comforted me and told me that it was for the better, and to prevent me from getting sick because of its furs and all the filth. I still got upset, however.
But then again, as I grew up I realized that some things are meant to be taken away from us in order to fill in with much better things. For me, it wasn't just a play thing, it was my friend. But life couldn't be just a 'kitten and me forever'. There are endless possibilities ~ Meeting other peculiar friends maybe quite rare these days but they're still something we can learn from. Getting stuck in a thought that life demands us what others want us to be, might quite cause our energies to have tragic loss, but indeed when you find someone or something you love, everything seems easier.
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