My first cat named “Meow”. Greyish, male cat. At some sort of distance, you may see him as a fox. Yeah! He totally looked like a fox when he became a real big cat. Big cat means getting dominant. I found him when he was left by his mother. He was totally pity at that time. Still baby, needs his mom at all times. My mom at first times seriously opposed my decision to keep him as a pet. She totally really not goes into cat’s stuff. Well, so much trouble you need to handle. Take care of him, feed him and pick up his poop. Nah! Now, she really loves cat. Cat is adorable. Hehe.
I’m not going to write about my first cat seems I got many cats with their different stories behind. One of them died due to an accident. Some of them were stole by unknown thieves. They might eat my poor cats. I heard rumours that some strangers, outsiders desperately eat cats and dogs when they barely can buy meats or chicken to fill their stomachs. Holy shit, isn’t it? I don’t really want to remember about it.
Sometimes, I really can’t understand why some people hate cats. They are cute, adorable. You might really love them when you spent some times with them. For me, cats are really cute animals and honestly, I do love cute animals. Wait for a second. Do I love cute animals or I really do animals? Aha! I do love little lambs, little calves, little pony, dearest dogs. I do love them. Since my religion did not accept dogs as a pet, I only keep cats, fishes and tortoise as my pets. Don’t get confused. My religion was tolerable. You may not able to keep dogs as pet, but you may able to keep them as a guard dog or else that really use their strength as a loyal animal. We just not allowed to lovey-dovey with dogs.
I just wanna say that animals are truly adorable if you really know how to appreciate them. Seriously, right now, I really missed my pets. Hope they are happy with me as their master. :)