Grey Love

The comfort it brings, the security it assures, the love it stirs- and how it calms the wildest of all worries is the indescribable beauty of a single sound: of course, it is even more beautiful when it comes from your 11-year old cat.

Well this is Meeko. He lives with my parents, somewhere overseas. We first had him around eleven years ago, the tiny grey puff of fur who never mewed and his lack of 'humanity' made him second over the other household cat, Whiskers. Over the years, Dear Meeko has mellowed down quite a bit! He is still the world's best bird-catcher and mouse-hunter, and still sits on his chair beside us at the dining table but now he meows like crazy. If he doesn't get attention, he'd start chewing elbows and look extremely annoyed. The look I usually want to achieve before I give him anything!

Yeap, I think you would've guessed it by now. When I was young(er), I used to think it was motorized and the special button was near the cat's front legs. Now I am all grown up (well, to a certain degree) but I still like to imagine it as the cat's 'happy button' that gradually comes on. Meeko is very attention-seeking in his old age, and loves to sleep in my room back home. He'd jump onto the gutters during the day and serenade me as the night matures. He would then look at me with satisfaction as he jumps in through the window, eyes the bed and goes for the softest spot he can find. He does the cat front paw thingy, then settles down to sleep curled up in a ball. I then hug the ball of fur to sleep, fleas and all...

Can you feel the love? I miss him dearly.