Cats

I LOVE cats.

Love them to no end, I love it when they start purring as soon as you walk into the room,

I love it when they stretch and give you that satisfied small-eyed look and loosen their paws,

I love it when they jump on your lap on a cold day and start curling up,

I love it especially when they meow! How melodic :P

I miss my cats, I miss how Meeko used to hide underneath chairs and stairs and when we all went to sleep, he would meow and meow outside my bedroom door wanting some cuddles. So I let him in and he goes straight for the bed, and starts doing his bread kneading thing with his front paws before cleaning himself and curling up on the bed. As the night progresses, I miss how he would slowly and sneakily move from being at my feet, to being right next to my face and sometimes above my head! He loved head pillows.

Then, if he wanted to be let out or if he felt to cold because of the air-cond, he would start gnawing at me. hmmm. Not very pleasant. So I let him out through the window onto the roof.

If he didnt' get his way, ie. wasn't able to sneak into the house before bedtime, one would find melodious mewing outside one's window at 2am. It would not stop, then one would hear attempts of an agile animal jumping up at the window trying to cling onto the window sill (nearly impossible). So one would wake up at 2am, let the little kitty in and cuddle him to sleep.

And when I left for overseas, he still meowed outside my bedroom. He still tried his best to sneak onto my bed and slept there all by himself.

Why do I suddenly think back and miss my dear 12year old cat Meeko?

Harmonious (not!) catty sounds the past 2 weeks outside my window brought back memories of being pleasantly woken up by my precious cat. Except it wasn't my cat and it wasn't exactly pleasant.

You see, the neighbour on the right has a black fluffy cat, the one on the right has a white fluffy cat. I catch them playing in my frontyard (on separate occasions) and some nights I hear cat bells ringing outside my window.


The sounds of "MEOOWWRRR!! RRMEEOWWRRR!!" and "PFFTTT PFFFT!!!" pierce the silence of the night that was so tranquil and perfect for sleeping. Black Fluffy and White Fluffy fighting for territory over my front yard. Then Java starts barking. Which makes the night even less peaceful. She barks and barks ever so loudly, it echoes throughout the house.

Once I heard a "MEOORWRRRWW!!" followed by a loud thud, I think kitty was up on the roof and lost its footing somewhere. That was the last time kitty ever thought of playing on the roof!

Sometimes the catfights would wake me up middle of the night and I find myself laughing so hard I can't get back to sleep.

Did I tell you I nearly really adopted a white cat who was deaf? It had the most beautiful eyes and stunning cute face, and had been in the cat shelter for ages. I would never forget the look it gave me.

Yeah, I LOVE cats but am going a bit insane from lack of quality sleep. Somehow it's excusable, because how would a cat know there was someone in the room right under their noses trying to get some sleep at night?

I love cats.