We always had cats. My father used to bring them home from the streets and some of them were really wild. We had a backyard and so they lived freely and well fed. We never did anything to prevent them from reproducing and one day we ended up with around 25 cats! That made me a very happy child.
After moving and moving, one day we ended up without cats – when they are free, sometimes they decide where they want to live and sometimes they don’t like to share their territory with so many brothers and sisters. So, I picked up the cat you see in the picture and took it home.
It was a very quiet male cat at the beginning… But later it turned out to be a very wild and strangely small female cat.
The day I moved away it was already clear I could not take her with me. She belongs to my father and my father belongs to her. It can even be dangerous if my father takes a girlfriend home – the Cat stucked all her claws in the last one’s butt… I wish I had a photo of that!
My dad only feeds her with the best food, to an insane level – and she does not accept anything else. She is not at all a lovely cat and it’s even hard for me to pet her, but my father can do anything to her.
They don’t want to be disturbed in their idyllic love and even I’m not always welcome by the Cat. She is a jealous lover and my father will forgive anything she does. Sometimes they annoy me.
written by saidseni on 2011-06-18