Ming and me.
After I got my freedom, we also got our new pet, Ming the big one and Ming the small one, they are cats with breed I would never like to know.
They are basically looks like an average to normal cats but one thing that I like about them is their fur. Theirs are so white you would get this feeling of humiliated every time they are near me.
My skin is fair and once I said here that I am a big anti-fan of whitening products, but their furs are intimidating- so much.
Filipinos have different kinds of names for out pet cat. Others call them the usual, "Pusa namin" (Our cat), while most of us would probably call them "Miming" or "Ming" for short. I suspected, this name came from the universal Onomatopoiea sound for cats- which is 'meow..'
I am not an animal lover, but I don't hate animals either. But we always have a pet cat, with varying sizes and colors. Once, we even have 4 cats at the same time. It's just that my parents planted on our minds that never spoil them by carrying or taking them into our own beds when sleeping. Because they are dirty, no matter how cute they are. And I never learned to carry them at all. I don't even know how, just this one time in high school when I was in a friend's house. They had a cat that looks like a lion. My friend knew that I don't have the heart to play with cats so they forced me carry that cat ONCE. And it never happened again. Just that one time. Period.
I remembered giving names to our cats before and while typing about this here, I realized, where did that habit go? Before, I would stare at them from afar cause Mama would be mad if she see me like that. Mom have asthma, always have.
There was this movie titled Jologs and the word 'jologs' became a household term, which means corny and old-fashioned. In Tagalog "baduy." And I named our cat after that movie. It was before year.. arg! Forgotten. ^^
Jologs became our first official pet cat. In fact, she, yes, she is the main reason why all of a sudden I wanted to write about cats. But she died. And I won't put the details here. So tragic, I can't even sleep for days.
We got another cat, then another cat, and then another cat. Mostly stowawayed cats.
I named them Assunta, Ava, and Pilyo. But they still call them 'ming'..
They, the cats and we, the so-called people have so many similarities.
I noticed that after I got my freedom and spent the rest of my life wasting here and there and would probably still spending the rest of the days ahead like that.
Writing about cats here and talking about cats everyday with my little siblings is our past time. ^^
We would talk about cats and animals for hours. They would question things and I nicely answer them, just to kill time.
Ming, the big one is the mother of Ming the small one. But Ming the big one left Ming the small one, two weeks ago and I can't help but notice that Ming the small one become quiet and thinner. I keep on giving her food, in fact, I would even cook for her if she likes. I made a small house at the back yard for her so that she has somewhere to stay when it rains. And this morning, she is the first one I saw today. It's sad and lonely seeing her like that. I even talked to her while I was drinking my coffee and offered her some. Maybe she just lost some appetite and want some caffein. You know, thinking where on earth did her mother gone could take her a lot of energy.
Ming the small one and me has so many similarities.
I don't like going out. She don't like strolling out.
I don't like noise. She don't like noise.
I am always tired and sleepy. She's always sleeping and lazy.
Once, I accidentally stepped on her tail and she just said, "meow.." but didn't move.
She's harmless. I'm fragile.
Her mother left her. I'm hopeless.
See, maybe she's my doppledanger in the body of a white fury cat.
Right now, she's licking her body. And to be honest I wanted to have a serious talk with her.
You know, she probably know more about things that never crossed my fatal mind.
Maybe, she wanted to say things but can't make me understand, thinking that I'm too stupid to even understand her gestures.
See? There are things that doesn't connect between the two of us but looking at her, it seems that we have this deep, deeper-than-the-sea-relationship people would never feel or know.
I wish we can have a serious talk somehow. :)
Really.
And I wish, when things become well and days become brighter, Ming the small one would still be there.
Oh, I hope Ming the big one would show up sometime- alive and healthy, for her. ^_^
I become more and more invisible
At the end of my desperate prayers
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