Caturday Who?

Caturday Who?

This isn’t even my cat. It’s a resident cat cafe cat. The cafe offers coffee-to-go but not cat-to-go, sadly.

What I Hated the Least Today 254/365: How I Met My Cat

What I Hated the Least Today 254/365: How I Met My Cat

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It’s been a while since I last reminded you of the fact that cats are the best. And since it’s Caturday, here’s the history of how I met my cat. It’s a lengthy, convoluted and boring story with several false starts. You have been warned.

I first found myself in a regular proximity with a cat when I moved in a house which came with a black panther. At least I thought it was a dwarf panther, but on closer examination, it turned out to be a huge black cat. On an even closer examination,  it turned out to be two cats which looked alike. Soon, one of the cats went to Tahiti. That’s a local saying meaning he disappeared for good. The other cat remained but resisted all my attempts to become friends.

Since the in-stock cat wouldn’t have me, I got myself a spare cat. It was a super cute multi-colour kitty. She was alright as long as she was young and dumb, but then, under the adversarial influence of the unfriendly panther cat, she became a feral wild thing. She would only let me hold her as long as I was feeding her ham. Before she managed to grow up, she got herself run over by a car. That much to me having a kitten.

A few years later, I got a replacement cat. I got to pick her from a new litter. There were only black-and-whites and tabbies. I didn’t particularly fancy any of those, but I half-heartedly selected a brownish tabby. I wasn’t too impressed. I called her Ella. Ella wasn’t too impressed either. She spent the first few weeks sitting at the doorstep and meowing plaintively. And then we somehow grew on each other.

Meanwhile, Ella has become five, has moved with me twice and has become my bestie. She’s a pretty average cat, but she has a bunch of redeeming features. She’s affectionate but not annoying, doesn’t mind it when I don’t mind her and can be left home alone for up to two nights. Though she’s always pissed off when I dare leave her for too long. Right now, she’s sleeping curled up on my yoga mat. It was third time the charm.

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Roll

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My cat likes to roll on the floor, laughing. Or not laughing.

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Black

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I saw this huge black cat drowsing off on the window sill of a shop. He looked perfectly unconcerned when I started to take his pictures.

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Stretching

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I think I’ll just resume sleeping. *yawn*

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Best

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Ella is doing what she does best. You guessed it: sleep.

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Creeping

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The cat ventured on the terrace and hated it so much that she hid under a chair.

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The Cutest

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This is probably my most favourite snap of my beloved cat. Also, I rhyme.

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Guest Cat

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Recently I had the pleasure of meeting face to face the lovely Justine, who kindly allowed me to shoot one of her cats. Here’s the result, PeeWee the ginger cat! For the record, no cats were harmed in the process.