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Rabu, 02 April 2014

Closing the Story Book of Cat



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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