I was spending the afternoon today with my cat. She has grown very fat, a result of good diet and not much exercise I guess. My cat, Artemis II Kikuraides (or Kiki in short) is 2 years, 7 months and 4 days old today. I bought her from a pet shop which mainly specialize in tropical fish and exotic animals. I fell in love with her in an instant because she was a fluffy and playful calico cat. (Calico cats are considered bringers of good luck in Japan and China. Thus the popularity on Maneki Nekos @ Lucky cats transpired).
Anyway, this post is not about the history of feline or anything... Kiki spent the afternoon running around me, as I sat on the carpet watching tv (I prefer to sit on the floor, not because my sofas are uncomfortable... I just prefer the floor. Thus I bought a heavy Japanese low table to sit at). I played laser tag with her last night (she chased the red laser point around, great fun!) but I think she still had fun running after invisible mice around the house.
And frequently she would return and pawed my legs, and sometimes my chest. I think this is an indication; 'Hey, look at me. I love you.' Sometimes I had to shoo her away, that clingy cat :)
But one time, as I was checking her back paws for matted fur, Kiki bit my hand suddenly. It wasn't hard and rather playfully, but I was surprised and slapped her in the face in reflex. She meowed in surprise and raced to the kitchen to hide. I am quite ashamed because I knew she didn't mean to hurt me. She is a happy and active cat after all.
I clapped my hand and called her name 'Kiki! Kiki!' and she returned back to me running. As she pawed my legs, with her luminous eyes in mine, a revelation was upon me. "Even a cat can forgive and forget, so why can't I be a bit more forgiving?"
I apologized to the cat. Cradled her in my arms (this always have her looking bewildered) and tickled her tummy.
I'll buy her a new collar soon, after pay day :P
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