Her Charm
Maybe I should consider changing the domain for this blog to something else other than “Doggiesworld”, considering the amount of posts I’ve made about my cat of late.
When I chose the domain name, I wanted something that reflects my love for dogs, not that I intended to keep the posts here limited to dogs alone. I could, if I intended to use this spot to penerate the dog niche and make money. But then, I’m just too lazy to research for content.
So what’s with my facination with cats lately? Oh, I still adore dogs. My heart still sings at the sight of a dog, even if it is a flea ridden mutt who has been living on the streets.
Compared to dogs, I find cats to be very aloof. Dogs will perk up their ears and wag their tails when being called, unlike cats who just ignore you and carry on with what they are doing.
But along the way, Mee has somehow gotten her claws deep in my heart. What is it about her that has endeared herself to me? How did she get from “Mee”, a cat I play with when I come home to “My Mee” who gets to come visiting as and when she wishes and is spoilt with kitty treats and toys?
Is it her eyes that gaze intently at me, something like Puss in Boots when he does the big brown eyes thing? They are big and round and framed by long lashes with pupils that are surrounded by a ring of green.
Is it her fluffy fur that is so soft and fine?
Maybe it’s how she sees herself as the Boss, the way she walks about the apartment like she owns it, sleeping on whichever bed she chooses and how she can simply call for service and all of us will come running.
Or it’s just that she’s the only one amongst all the other cats who live in our apartment compound with some personality.
It’s interesting watching Mee interacting with all the other cats, how she practically lords over all of them. The front porch is her territory and pity any other cat that dares to encroach this sacred spot. A tight slap from Mee will send them scurrying off.
Same thing with meal times. While the other cats are contented to share their mound of kitty biscuits with each other, a tight slap is what any cat that tries to share Mee’s food will get.
The other cats are just as lovable, although they don’t seem to have connected with us the way Mee did. Each has her own characteristics.
There is a white cat that always stays just out of reach, although she will come during feeding time. Her meow is a very sad, soulful sound.
There is also a ginger colored one who is currently pregnant. A very affectionate little darling who will rub herself hard against your hand when stroked. She will approach the front porch if any of us are around and we call to her. Mee will be close by watching, of course, and will not hesitate to show her displeasure should she think that we are giving her priviledge to another cat.
I tried to coax Ginger inside but she won’t go beyond the threshold of the front door. She doesn’t have much of a voice and her meow sounds like “ack…ack”. She will make that sound as she comes running towards you, something that is close to a dog barking.
The latest addition is a big girl with a black face and an assortment of patches. She is a heavy one and solidly built. Her meow is more of an “Eeek”. In spite of her size, she seems intimidated by Mee and dared not defy her.
With this much charm, how can we help but be taken by her? Even Dad, who previously showed little interest in our pets enjoys playing with her.
Mee has certainly brought a spark back into our lives.
