Finn has a habit of sinking his teeth on my foot if I try to
ignore him when he asks for food. Food that I just gave him a couple of minutes
ago! It’s like he’s threatening that he would bite me if I do not succumb to
his feline wishes.
We don’t have a picky eater in the family. I take pride and
joy in knowing that my husband and kids would eat anything I prepare for them.
Let me brag a bit. They devour chicken liver and bitter gourd! Well, except for
our cat! Finn would only eat a certain type of fish commonly called “Don
Pilas.” If you serve him other kinds, even more expensive ones, he would not
touch them. This fish connoisseur also wants his food cooked in a particular way.
He doesn’t want it boiled or with salt or with a few drops of vinegar. He
wanted it floured, then fried. And if you’re thinking that cats can’t count,
think again. If I give him two pieces of fish, he would give me a look that
might say “Seriously? Who are you kidding?”
Then just last month, he just discovered this deep calling
within. He discovered that he is some kind of an explorer. An adventurer.
Unfortunately, he found himself trapped in the space between the ceiling and
the roof. How in the hell did he get there? Until now, it’s still a mystery. He
gets in there a few times a day, which means we have to rescue him every now
and then. How? We pulled a piece of metal from our ceiling, which might cost us
our damage deposit. We lift a plastic chair to a height he’s comfortable
jumping to. And Voila! He’s back on the ground, safe and sound.
Just when you thought this cat couldn’t top this off, here’s
another surprise. When we came back from our vacation, we heard meow’s coming
from the ceiling. We immediately asked our landlord to have our roof checked
because we thought other cats have found the secret entrance. Turned out, Finn
is not a tomcat. Finn is a she. She’s a “queen!” Yeah, a female cat is
literally called a queen. Well, that explains a lot right? Apparently the
kittens were hers. Now we’re puzzled, how the hell could we get those little
kitties? For now, only heaven knows how.
So there, our cat is a pain in the ass, but we love her
anyway!
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