Just a cat, just an ordinary cat... but he was looking to the sky..
OK, more like looking to the ceiling, but whatever...
And one day, I woke up to the sound of a cat running around and meowing outside my room door.
My housemate's friend's friend is having the house inspected, so the cat has to be temporarily relocated to my place at the time being. The cat will be staying with us for more than a week or so, and boy, was I excited, because this is the first time ever having the opportunity to keep a pet in the house !! All my life, I have never had any pets, not even a fish, since my family are not exactly pet-friendly kind of people. But I love animals, I sure do. I would definitely tell you I am more of a cat person than a dog person. Though I do love dogs. Cats are just, so much more adorable and attractive in many ways.
The cat has a name, it is something like Me-Yo. As long as the cat is in my place, I shall call it HAMISH. Yes, Hamish.
You know I find it amazing how I can just do nothing but just stare and observe every movement of Hamish. Cats are so innocent, their thoughts are so care-free and worry-less. I seriously envy their lives. House cats are well fed, and taken care of. Some people treat their cats like gold. Man, how I would give to have that kind of life, with nothing on my shoulders and just eat and sleep and play whole day long.
Hamish is curious, like any other cats. Exploring the house, on the spot he has found some of his favourite spots.
Under the table....
Just by the door, looking out into the world....
On the lazy sofa...
On my working desk...
On my soft cushioned chair next to my bed...
When Hamish sleeps, he looks so peaceful. Life is supposed to be simple, and meaningful. Peace is something we should strive for, rather than all those earthly unworthy treasures that greedy humans are so obsessed with.
In the process of falling asleep..
Come to think of it, I can't help it but to relate to the kind of lives the cats live back in Kuching/Malaysia generally. Cats or pets in general are treated very differently. Of course, I am just generalizing, there are kind and generous people like Ann who treasures and pampers her cat, but popularly speaking, things are rather different back there, compared to the luxuries the cats own here in Perth.
Here are the few differences I could come out with.
1) Cats are slaves in Kuching.
Cats in Perth are kept as pets. They do not have to do anything, they just have to live to please the owner. They do nothing but sleep, eat and play.
However, cats in Kuching are treated like slaves. They given minimal food so that they would feel the hunger and be expected to work and hunt for their own food. They are required to catch house rats/mice, or even cockroaches.
2) Cats in Kuching eat fish bones.
Cats in Perth are served with proper cat food, full with vitamins and minerals to nourish their health. Those food are usually very costly.
Cats in Kuching are served with fishbones, and leftover overnight dinner dishes mixed with stale rice.
3) Cats in Perth get all the benefits of a Perth citizen.
If any cat in Perth gets sick, people will actually bring them to the veterinarian for check ups. Full medical attention is provided. Hygiene of the cat is highly taken care of.
If the cat in Kuching dies of any medical causes, the owner will just chuck the dead body in the river and find a new cat to carry on the slavery for the household.
4) Cats in Kuching are always ignored.
Cats are treated really well, and pampered, to the extend of being a part of the family in Perth. They are cared for, and constant companion and human touch are available throughout the day.
In Kuching, no one cares about cats, they are left alone at home, whole day, and sometimes the owner would forget to feed the cats their meals but they wont feel guilty about it, because there are plenty of rats/mice and cockroaches or lizards to feed upon.
5) In contrast to all the above statements, Kuching, is unmistakenly the city of cats.
You know, considering all the facts I have described, if I happen to bring Hamish back to Kuching with me, I think somehow Hamish would jump into Sarawak River rather than spending the rest of his life in misery.
After all, cats have nine lives.