My friends know that I was in
love in cat. Like, you know, cat is cute. I could say it is the cutest thing in
world. You flatter it, the most adorable expression you can ever see. Talking
to it is just like being heard by a very good listener. When you play with it,
it is like running freely as fast as it, like climbing the tree without you
have to worry that you could get fall, like no one can get angry when you run
because they know you as a cat. It brings you to its world. As you love your
cat so much, you will never forget to feed it. A fresh mackerel is ready. When you
hear its voice at night, like the sounding of a wild cat trying to defend its
own territory from the others, you take a position to protect it, to participate
in that fighting. You are willing to fight with the other cat only to protect
your own. Look, you love it so much, more than anything. On the contrary, do
you ever imagine something you never hope? You don’t intend but it could
happen. Me, my own, my cat, scratched me when nothing happen between us. We were
just sitting at my house terrace. At first, we just enjoy our time because we
love to see the views outside the house. Watching people walking in front of
the house, hearing the bird’s voice, and everything happens outside. We love
them so much. And I started to feel bored. I flattered it as usual. Nothing happened
to it. I did it for the twice, the same respond I could get. Well, enough, I didn’t
like my cat this way. It was not it. I tried to disturb it in a very annoying
way. I shook its body, I flattered it. You know what I got? Yeah, like I said,
it scratched me, so deep in my wrist. I shocked. My wrist was bleeding and my
cat just went away. I don’t know what happened to it. I just tried to play with
it, to make it more cheerful because it looked like having no enthusiasm with
me. Well, the bleeding wrist was just too painful. I needed so much time for
the recovery. I don’t know, I don’t hate it, I just miss it so much. We don’t
meet for a long time since that day. I don’t know where it is, who feed it, the
place it gets to sleep. I have been waiting for it for almost 1 year. It never
shows up. Just miss it so much. Missing every little thing we have made and
done. It was like my refill of loneliness, but it has gone. I never meet a cat
as cutest as it. Never. But what can I do? Life must go on. It is enough. It’s
the time to close the book story of cat. And put it into a box in the
warehouse. It’s the time, the right time.
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