Anyway, the story is this French couple was going away for 2 weeks and I decided to be nice and help babysit Cleo for a week. Not paid, just in case you are wondering. Many of my friends would ask,"How do you find such lobang?", assuming it's a job! Well, I guess we can always do people a favour? And at times in need, it will be returned.
I have lived with a cat before but it wasn't mine. It was my housemate's back in London, and we didn't share a room, so I would only see Shiva (a male black playboy cat) around the house, especially in the kitchen. I barely interacted with him as he was always out on his hunt ;) Bad kitty. There was a couple of times too back in Germany where Flo's mum had a gray cat that looks like the older version of Mocha (Joy's cat). So this is really a new experience for me to be with one, to feed her, clean her litter and play with her. These chores are easy but cats are unpredictable animals, almost like me. Independent, unpredictable, playful at times...
It was very hard to know what Cleo was thinking. When I wanted to play with her, she ignored me. When I was in the house, she didn't need the attention most of the time. But when I was about to leave the house, she would hate me for leaving and wanted to scratch me. She sure is spoilt! When I returned, she would dash out of the door refusing to come back in, nothing would lure her back except on her own accord. Sometimes when she craved my attention, she would either do it affectionately like brushing her tail against me or do silly things like climbing the fence in the balcony or walking on the ledge at the corridor (not protected), the later really freaked me out. I know cats can jump from great heights but not from the 34th storey!!! My heart nearly dropped but I reckon she was only craving for attention, she wouldn't do such silly things as she has lived there for over a year... She's 7 years old - should be sensible enough, no? LOL.
Some days she was really hard to handle. I came back one evening to realise she left her poo (1 tiny drop) on the carpet and the rest in her litter. She did it intentionally. I felt like giving her backside a little spank! It was her way of showing that she was not happy to be left alone that day. A lot of times I think she couldn't understand me too, so I taught myself some French phrases and spoke to her in French, and she became more obedient suddenly. Strange but I think she understood.
Anyway to conclude, I hate keeping animals in a confined space, it's like a prison. I enjoyed having her around but I did not fancy the idea of keeping a cat in a flat all the time, her fur was everywhere and she looked bored a lot of the times! I wonder if keeping her indoor too long has made her gone mad. If only I have a house with a nice garden, it will be ideal to have one. I still like cats, but right now, I don't think it is possible until I have a conducive environment for any pet. Who knows, I might have a dog instead? ;)
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