Done 2 (not really actually)

Last year I made a similar post like this when I talked about my opinion on the Son of Neptune.
Lately I've been reading the Mark of Athena which is the third and latest book of the series. I waited a year for it to come out, then one month for the book to arrive while all my friends read it and shoved the book to my face.
Then one day I got it. I got the book.
I felt its velvety cover and appreciated its holiness, but I didn't read it. I didn't have the time!
The maximum amount of days I take reading a book I have been waiting for is 4. 4.
I have been reading this book for a month.
I blame the copious amount of unnecessary homework and piled up exams, and the general frustration literally every page of the book brought me as I died in annoyance and boredom.
I'm still not done, but I have about 2 chapters left.
Now to start off, I was extremely excited about this book when I ordered it. When I actually got it? Not so much. Sure I read a few chapters in the first day, but then something happened and I forgot about it.
I read the second half of the book in 2 days though.
What does this mean? First half puts you to sleep, second half is a little too exciting.
I loved the Son of Neptune, but this book really disappointed me.
I mean, there were so many logic obliterations (that's what I like to call it) that instead of enjoying the miracles or the fact that they can cross the ocean in half a day without any jet lag whatsoever and jump up ready to go off on an adventure I was complaining to myself.
Two of the characters I despised. I know I should not be hating my half brother, but Jason son of Zeus/Jupiter (I support the Greek side honestly) is just made to be hated. He is overpowered, too perfect, and still can't do anything at all.  Rick Riordan made me dislike my favorite character too.
Also, since I did not like a lot of the characters, when I learned that one of my favorite characters from the old series was going to make an appearance, I was literally rolling on the floor, jumping up and down, squealing and yelling to my friend about it. I also drew about 10 drawings of him. Nico di Angelo, son of Hades, he is awesome.
But you know what? All this waiting has ended in some sort of disappointment too.
The only thing Nico did so far was crawl between giants' legs, get teleported by Bacchus, and then croak thanks and apologies.
And I am angry with Rick Riordan for seriously copying every idea we had about our fanfiction in 7th grade. Seriously, there are too many similarities to be called a coincidence. I think he's been reading our Skype conversations for inspiration.
I think the book progressed way too quickly and too slowly and it had too many things going on at once that I actually had to put it down and be like "I am not reading you until my brain can register what is happening around me."
And it's going to end. And I spoiled the ending for myself a long time ago. So I'm not very pleased with anything. Nope nope nope nope.


Or maybe I'm just growing up.

Meow

Well, I haven't been here for a while. I kept wanting to blog but being busy with something else and then later on forgetting.

And why am I blogging now? I could be talking about how my life has been, or the two exams I had today, or things I'm working on, the Scholastic writing contest which I want to enter, anything big really. But no, I'm here to talk about cats.

Ezgi and I go to Starbucks at least once every week to catch up on things and to relax from the torturous school stress. Last year on one of these days, we encountered a cat. It was a white, orange and brown spotted, fluffy creature with beautiful green eyes. It let us pet it after a long while of chasing it around a garage, and luckily I had some chicken in my bag as treats. I never saw that cat again, but before leaving we realized it was pregnant, and a few months later my parents encountered it and its babies and showed me a picture they took. I felt like a grandma after her daughter gave birth to her grandchildren. Yes.

This year, we encountered another cat. I never name them, but I always have the same reaction when I see one. "Kitty!!" This cat was even friendlier than the first. It ran to me when I called for it, and it rubbed against my legs. It climbed a tree and seemed to have trouble getting down (geez, smart, cat) and I even tried to lift it off but couldn't because of the ridiculous position it was in.
We saw the same cat a few weeks later. It ran to me again, and first sat on Ezgi's lap who didn't react nicely to it. So I lifted it off her and put it on my lap, where it got into all sorts of cute positions and purred.  Sadly kitty ran away when a car stopped close by.

And the reason I'm blogging today is the cat we met today. It had been raining, and we were standing in front of Ezgi's apartment while Ezgi complained about the cold. From the darkness I made out a fast moving shape, and called out "Kitty!!" I called for it (pisi pisi) and it approached us with caution. Poor thing was wet and cold, and probably hungry as it was looking for food in Ezgi's math notes. We petted it and rubbed it until it was dry and purring in delight. I had to lift it and carry it outside when it ran inside the apartment. It sat on my lap and we were basically cuddling. Then Ezgi said it was too cold and went inside, so I got up to walk home. The last comment she made was about the cat following me home. Funny thing is, it did.
First I didn't notice it, put it ran ahead of me and occasionally stopped to make sure it was going the right way. Then it ran up the stairs which I was not going to take, and realized it had gone the wrong way and ran back. We walked up the hill slowly. It stopped every time it heard a dog bark or a car pass. Finally we got to my house after walking side by side. Then I faced the terrible truth. I had to leave it outside. I couldn't take it home, because my mom is afraid of cats and we couldn't take care of it. I also had nothing to give it. We stopped in front of the glass door, and I turned to it with a sad expression, trying to tell it I couldn't let it in. I slid past the door, and I died inside with every step I took toward the elevator. It first tried to find a way inside, then just sat there, looking after me, as if it had come to the realization of what was happening.
I swear, I will carry chicken with me all the time. To give to the cats.
I feel so bad.

So the point is I think I'm becoming a cat whisperer. Ha ha.

Here are my kitty friends!