Do you see what I see in
that photo?
Perhaps you see the sky,
clay tiles, plants, pot, and the black poly bag. But it’s not the thing I
intend to. Could you identify what is in the bottom of the picture? Is it the
short fur of porcupine or fur clothes? Guess what.
Yap, maybe some of you have
got it. It isn’t a fur clothes even less porcupine. Let me introduce you to my
pets, exactly my cats. Actually, it’s female. She has black fur. No matter
something seems black or white, is it?
Here is her sibling, it is
female as well. They are two of five kittens that could survive, if they didn’t,
might be they had already died about one past year along with their other
siblings because of illness.
Totally, there are three
cats in my home. One is the oldest cat and unfortunately he had a limp leg
since he was a kitten before came to my house. And the two are younger cats.
I used to be afraid of any cat because I had ever been clawed by a cat when I didn’t hurt it at all. As I remember at that time when I was a kid, I stood in the centre of pavement in front of my house. I don’t remember why it happened, but suddenly a black cat tried to climb my feet with its sharp claws so I got pain.
The condition began to
change when my elder brother adopted a female cat from my grandparents’
neighbourhood and brought it home. Then, my parents allowed the cat free in and
out of our home as well. Actually, the cat was tame and she always tried to get
closer by human. On the other hand, I was still afraid of any cat, so I always
protected my body with any clothes when she approached me.
In a nutshell, one day when
I was in senior high school there were two kittens came into porch of my house.
Unfortunately, both of them had a limp leg. Because of pity, my family gave the
kittens something to eat whenever they came to our house. Ultimately, it became
a habit and they lived in our home for years. And few years ago one of them never
went home for a long time and we didn’t know where he was. But nowadays the
other one is still stay in our home and being part of our family then we called
him ‘Shaun’. My family inspired by TV series of ‘Shaun the Sheep’ because he is
rather fat and its fur is thick like a fat sheep in that TV series.
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