It’s been over a year now since your previous owner gave you to me. I love you so so much! My life has been very tough, to say the least, up until now, and I know things will never be 100% better. However, since I adopted you as my own, I realized there’s this nurturing and loving side to me I never thought I had. People have screwed me over so many times. (I know I tend to generalize a lot…) I have a soft spot for animals. You are a vibrant creature, and I feel so grateful that you are in my life. Silly, baby, my little mama kitty, you are so loved, so very, very loved. You put a smile on my face every morning simply because you’re always there for me. I enjoy taking care of you, feeding you, petting you, playing with you…. Heck, I love you so much that I even enjoy changing your litter box. It’s good to know that the place that you do your business in is always nice and clean for you. And at night, I always look forward to you crawling on my tummy and laying there as I pet you slowly and tenderly. You are the light in the day’s beginning that revives me. You are the moon that reminds me that I am not alone even in my most darkest hour. Silly, you are a trustworthy roommate, a compassionate friend, and most of all, you are my little birthday girl! Happy 4th birthday! And may God bless you with many more! I love you!
Waiting for him to wake up is time allotted by anxiety. He looks so peaceful even though dried-up tears became eye crust throughout the night. I hear the bed creek louder than before. Not just stirring in his sleep but actually back from slumber. I indulge in this delight more than I ever had in the company of anyone else. He gets up and heads towards the toilet. I follow him and coil my body besides his feet. He’s so warm and affectionate. It always seems like the sadness he felt the night before is suddenly forgotten for around the first minute or so before he starts to mutter under his breath again. That guy who used to come over to visit my owner doesn’t come by anymore. I never saw master more happy than when he was with that other guy. He’s so lonely now and it kinda makes me feel bad about myself because I don’t make him as happy as that guy did. Nowadays this new guy has been showing up quite sporadically but he’s different. There’s no feelings behind their union. Like they’re using each other for artificial love. Anyway, after he’s done doing his business, I watch him disconnect his phone from its charger to check if anyone recalled his existence during the night. A sigh is released when he places the phone down to refill my food and water bowls. Talking to me like I’m a baby as if he forgot my procedure to get spayed this Summer was the epitomy of my adulthood. But I forgive him. Apart from his condescending and facetious nature, he is a misunderstood caregiver and I appreciate him everyday. He’s so loving and gentle when he wants to be. I nimble a little of food and slurp a bit of water until I look behind to see him waiting for me on the couch. I leap onto his lap. Immediately, he pets me and holds me so tenderly. Sometimes, I think he would prefer a man over me but I can never be sure. I could never muster the courage to ask him. It’s not like he can speak my language anyway. I tend to jump back down when he transitions from baby-talk to silence. I head back to my litter box and become fixated at the fact that he needs to giddy up and change the litter. What’s stopping him from cleaning his dishes or refilling my litter box? It’s a beautiful, sunny day outside yet he’s inside sulking and texting on his phone. Afternoon approaches quickly today. I try to take a nap near the door but then someone starts knocking on the other side. I was startled by the abrupt sound. My master jolts up from his seat to allow the new guy to walk in. They always begin the visit with idle chit-chat until the speaking stops and is replaced with a lot of touching. I don’t want to see this so I disappear into the bathtub until I eventually hear the door close once more. My owner takes off that mask he puts on when he’s around others of his kind. That depressing, lonely look he hides so well. I know to get out the bathroom so he can wash the shame from his body. The air-conditioner is on and I’m feeling good. Nightfall arrives inevitably. He prays on his knees beside his bed. Poor guy has the whole world in his prayers. I admire how no matter how low he feels, he never gives up anything he has to do. Finally, he crawls within the fathoms of his blanket atop his bed. The lights are off and I automatically know to take my place on his stomach. He pets me again until his drowsiness knocks him out cold. Taking him out of reality temporarily. Stealing him away from all his worries and cares until the Sun pulls him back to me once more.
Hello to my unconditional fallen angels! So I didn’t understand what it was like to love an animal til I got a cat myself. Animals are so beautiful. They love us unconditionally and they stay in that baby phase forever. I usually don’t cry but if something happened to Silly, I would break that tear-free streak.
There are a lot of things I keep putting off but my excuse is always that I’m young. However, anyone can die at any time. I think we tell ourselves that life is short as a way to alleivate the burden of being alive. I’m saying this because a good friend of mine recently had to put down their dog. Suddenly his thoughts snowballed to all the things in his life he put off to do at a later time. It may be cliche to say that life is short or that we should live everyday like its our last. We should… but we don’t. We naturally assume there will be a tomorrow or even a tonight. But nothing is guaranteed
But back to the point, I find it much easier to love my cat than it is to love another person. People are often untrustworthy, guarded, broken, and unreliable. Animals are different. They love unconditionally like I said before. It breaks my heart when I hear animals getting abused for that same reason. They still love their masters. Beautiful creatures submitted to live in the care of human beings. I love my baby girl. She had four babies of her own and had her little drama with the fellas. If Silly was human, she’d be a full-fledged woman!
Look how elegant and adorable she is! Whenever I’m feeling low, she automatically sits on my lap and lets me hold her and pet her until I feel well enough to carry on with my day. Sometimes I wish she was human, but I fear that unconditional altruism will fade in the process. The average life expectancy for cats are around 10-15 years at the latest, I believe. Silly is almost three already. I always try to remember that most likely, I’m going to outlive her. I try to be okay with that and tell myself that nothing lasts forever, especially life itself. But who can be okay with that completely without choking up inside?
Like a wise man once said, “always remember to get your pets spayed or neutered.” 😉
Have a wonderful day! Over and out.
Poetry and Prose by Author of #1 Amazon New Release, Nature Speaks of Love and Sorrow, Co-Author, #1 Amazon Bestseller, Wounds I Healed: The Poetry of Strong Women, Spillwords Press Author of the Month, Jan/Feb 2022, and Monthly Contributor to MasticadoresIndia/USA, 2022.