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!
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