okay, this post has nothing to do with baking or my sometimes obsessive compulsive nature about keeping things neat and tidy. it’s about cats. not exactly, but somewhat. indulge me as I ramble on.
I love cats (well, and animals in general, but i digress) and my late grandma also loved them. she fed them, and allowed them to wander freely in her home and you knew she really loved them and that was where I had many fond memories…how there was a super manja one who would come on command; how once, 3 female cats all got impregnated by the same black cat and delivered all at the same time, resulting in 9 kitties! (this was 20 over years ago, so….there wasn’t any sterilization program then!); how one of them them ran up to the 2nd floor of the house, hid under the cupboard and gave birth to kitties (and i would be so curious and enthralled that I would peek under the cabinet and find the day-old kitties so pink and fragile!); how my grandma showed me the way she taught the kitties the correct place to pee and poo (gently pushing their butt and also their head at the gully hole which was hilarious); how one of the cat caught a lizard and was happily carrying it in its mouth, and halfway, the tail dropped (and boy! did i really bounce really high!) and the cat got so spooked and scooted off!!
anyhow, I love these creatures (except for the evil black one which badly and mean badly scratched my family dog. vicious little thing…), and much as I love them, i generally don’t feed strays. well, the answer to that ‘disconnect’ involves a complicated thing about feeling terrible about not feeding the rest of the cats cos’ if if you feed one, you gotta be fair and feed the rest…and feeding so many cats is something I honestly can’t see myself doing.
but I do feed one. she’s definitely not the prettiest (in fact a bit scruffy looking) nor the most manja, but I make an effort to bring food to her simply cos’ she is really skinny (there are feeders, but i think she is probably picky about food…or don’t eat well) and somehow I find her endearing – maybe cos’ she well behaved and generally don’t bug people much, and so her scruffy looking face just grew on me.
so I will bring her food when i see her around (which she usually is cos’ I’m FOOD to her), and today, it dawned on me that….it makes ME happy to extend the effort to give some comfort to another living thing. to see that she is happily eating the food and is able to put some substance in her tummy….well, makes me feel less self absorbed and in general more able to let go of petty stuff that one usually encounters in the usual day – that there are things more worth my time than getting riled by annoying humans (especially those who think the world revolves around themselves..i wonder why they think so highly of themselves..such ignorant beings.).
so this entry is to remind myself to constantly keep peace with myself and to remember not to get flustered by people who should never be given a ounce of my precious time simply cos’ they are not important. I did that wonderfully well today, and am so proud of myself! :):) and i think i managed to do so cos’ of ah mao.:)
