(Update 30/09/09: The cat is NOT Mike Mike, thank heavens! He came home last night while we were busy nursing the sick Michael, and I hugged him till he nearly choked & wriggled out of my arms annoyed at our failure to feed him right away. The resemblance is so uncanny! Nevertheless we still took in the sick Michael into our home, named him Miketwo, and wished him a speedy recovery. )
Michael, as described in many of my posts, had been with us since he was a wee kitten and was a feline full of life. If he was a human, you’d want him to shut up – he meowed all the time. Sometimes I think he thinks of himself as a dog – he panted, he enjoyed being pat on the head, he never walked he ran, he chased his tail; he walked on his hind legs and begged for food. Michael, being a cat, a creature of routine, would never fail to show up at our doorstep at approximately 9.30 pm every day – the time when we would arrive home from work. Even if we were home during the days in the weekends, Michael would not be around – he would never know the difference between Mondays or Sundays. The only thing he knew is by 9.30 pm, our Persona front lights would shine on the gates of our two-storey terrace. There he would be, waiting for me to unlock the door so he would casually trot himself in.
Yesterday we arrived home & there was no sign of Michael for the first 20 minutes. We thought he might be out dating a cute girl cat somewhere. Until we saw from the distance in the dark, a frail, scruffy cat wobbling its way towards us. I have seen one of these, due to my experience of raising a somewhat massive amount of cats all my life – fractured waist bones, perhaps evidence of either being beaten up or being run over by a car of some sort. Azry tossed him some bits of chicken from our dinner last night, and as the cat saw him, he tried to escape, accidentally rolled over, bounced back, fell again & tried to escape, making his way under the neighbor’s white van parked in front of our house. My heart shattered into thousand pieces. As we shone the flashlight towards the cat, we saw with our very own eyes – and with that waves of indescribable emotions washed over me as I recognized the raccoon-like black-ringed bushy tail & and the familiar shine in those eyes, even if they had slowly faded.
Sometimes I wish I don’t possess this immense amount of love for these critters. It kills me having to watch our then animated Michael tottering home after cheating death perhaps for the can of tuna & a pat on the head. (Image from comentaloquequieras)
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