I currently have a cat in my home.
It wasn't supposed to be like this, however. For one, my mother doesn't like cats, and my sister prefers dogs. On top of that, my father used to keep cats out of the property since he thinks that they reproduce just like rats.
So how in the world did I end up with cats?
Funny story, actually.
When I was still in college, I come home during summer months to spend time with my family. During those times, there was a female cat that kept on residing on our balcony that my father constantly hates.
I also ended up hating the cat because I was afraid that she was trying to fish for koi in the pond.
However, when college ended and I went back home, things changed.
The cat that I used to be enemies with suddenly made me change my mind since she was pregnant for the second time, and I began to befriend her.
I promised her to buy her cat food, and somehow, she understood me as she always waited for me to and asked for food while I bargained with her by feeding her scraps.
It was during those moments where I ended up naming her Bes.
When she finally had a litter, she at first didn't appear for months because she nursed her kittens. I didn't know where they were exactly, but eventually, they came out when they were a month old.
At first, the kittens were weary of us, and they only approached their mother.
Eventually, one rainy day, one of the kittens stood by the doorway in order to shelter itself from the rain. That was when my sister took a video of it, and she even got to pet the cat.
Weeks later, and they showed up to eat with their mother, but I was noticing that Bes was growing rather weak.
She would often sit by the rug on the balcony and sleep, but she would go out to nurse her babies.
Eventually, she died on the neighbor's roof.
Since her kittens were familiar with us already, they relied on us for food.
It was when one day my aunt told me that we should keep the cats and give them a collar so that they would be a part of our family.
It made sense because no one will take care of them, and all they knew were the four corners of our balcony. They would starve if we drove them out of their home.
So now, I have one cat, Panda Pa - the one you see on the picture above.
Her youngest brother died from poisoning when it sneaked into the store and ate some rat poison because we had to deal with pest control.
Her remaining brother, Panda Poo, died last month due to FIV.
She's a really healthy cat even though she's lonely nowadays, and she doesn't need much attention in order to get through the day.
She's not really touchy either. In fact, she's one really distant cat.
But she's really smart and agile, since she gets to hunt about 3 rats per night of varying sizes. The biggest she's caught is about a kitten's size.
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