Sometimes I am really amused at my cat's antics.
He talks to those mynah birds while perching on my ledge as though they are old friends.
He sleeps in such contorted position that i wonder if he goes for Yoga lessons when the entire clan is out of the house.

He is such an obnoxious cat that he sleeps on my newspaper, leaving me with no chance to pry it out under his 3kg body.


Pompous he may be, but he knows when I'm upset.
He cant clean the tears off my face or put a plaster over my wounds because his claws will most likely disfigure me.
He cant give me comforting hug or a soothing kiss either because his mouth stinks and his limbs are too short to wrap around my slouching shoulders.

But he aint an unfeeling cat.
What he cant do, he makes it up by rubbing his little head against my legs and look at me with those dewy eyes, as though to say everything is gonna be okay.
That was the first and probably the only time I see some use of having a pet.

Maybe I should consider getting a dog when I am old haggard and saggy.
At least they are easier to control than a man.
-rubs chin-