I am a cat-lover for as long as I can remember. Growing up, our house was full of stray cats. My mother would always bring home a cat or two she found somewhere and took pity on. At one point we had 27 cats, that’s the most I can remember. She’s still picking up strays from streets until now, whenever I come home she still has over a dozen cats. It can get really crazy esp. during meal time. Of course I have my share of favorites. Like humans, cats have different personalities, too. Some are snob, some are cuddly, some are indifferent. As different as they are, I love them all. I instantly feel good whenever I see one. My instinct of feeding them and protecting them is very strong, and I feel bad and say my sorries If I don’t have any food. Now I make it a point to always bring a container of cat food because I always find cats everywhere! I may not be an active animal supporter but I have my share of helping, in my own little ways.

Even though cats are usually street smart, they can be objects of bullying and injustice sometimes. I have seen numerous scenarios of cats’ sufferings, even deaths. Even though I shouldn’t feel too affected anymore, I still can’t help feeling depressed whenever I lose a cat, or see a suffering or dying stray cat. I lost a favorite cat in a car accident in 2006 and I mourned for a very long time. I still think about him sometimes, maybe he became an angel after death and was looking over me and my family already. I know just like everything in this world, cats are here for temporary. Maybe just like humans, they have a mission to accomplish, too. To love us and be loved back. And so it makes me really furious to see a suffering stray cat, esp. those being played on. Today I’ve seen a sick kitten walking in the middle of a street island. I was driving when I saw it in my side mirror, and my heart breaks at the sight of the poor little cat, which thankfully somehow, won’t live long to suffer anymore. How it ended up in the middle of the road, I’m blaming on the cold-hearted humans.

I feel my life is blessed because I love cats, and care for them dearly. Just like in the movie, I always dream of having a home for all stray cats I can find. Maybe when I grow old, my house will be filled with big, cuddly and playing cats. I can picture it in my mind, lying in a hammock or a rocking chair surrounded by my cats, and I will be happy and content. πŸ™‚

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