Pat-si-yah

I'm Pozzy. I hear I was named after a famous tennis player( but whoever that is no one knows). My dada lovingly calls me Pat-si-yah in an irritating falsetto voice. It's ok. I tolerate her, because she means well. I used to be owned by K.C. and she had to give me away because of that evil landlord from hell. He doesn't allow pets. I was depressed for a few days in my new home, because everything was new and horror of horrors, there's another cat--BoeBoe.

She's something. A Russian Blue they say. pshhhh. Russian Blue my foot, she's a grey cat is what she is. With olive eyes, ok those are nice. She's capable of just sitting in one place for hours on end saying nothing, to me the kind of boredome that stuns the mind. I'm different. I like to walk around. Sure I sleep, but they know when I'm awake coz I can be everywhere. But not BoeBoe. One thing though, she get's to sleep right next to dada. I have to sleep separately, because dada said I like to fight with BoeBoe. But who can blame me? And plus she eats a lot! And they wonder why I attack her every single time she goes to her food bowl which is about 25 times a day--she's fat!!!! And I'm diligent in all my watches. I could be sleeping in the corner or on the bed, but once I hear or get an inkling that she's eating again, I don't waste time--I make a run for it and hiss at her.

Did i mention that in my spare time, I read and surf the net? This morning I decided to research my breed. Everything was going well in my view, like "Persian cats were considered precious cargo carried by dusty desert caravans as they wound their way westward from Persia and the exsistence of the breed was evident even thru hieroglyphic references as early as 1684 B.C, etc." until i got to the part of "Their long flowing coats require an indoor, protected environment with proper maintenance that also requires a daily run-through with a metal comb to eliminate the potential drawbacks like tangles and hairballs. An occasional bath, attempted only after a complete and thorough clipping of the nail tips, will keep the coat clean, healthy and beautiful." LIES!!!!!!!!! Nothing but a pack of lies!! I don't need to brushed, thank you. I do cough up a hairball or two now and then, but hey, they don't know that I so hate brushings. And my nails are FINE. Having said this, dada never leaves me alone. She even figured out how to brush me safely by taping the handle of a brush on one end of a footlong ruler so that when she brushes me, i can't reach out and scratch her. Doesn't she know i belong to the Persian-Himalayan Division of Persian cats and that means I'm beautiful no matter what mattes and all. But it's a losing battle. With my Dada, I can run, but i can't hide. *groan*

Sabi ng dada, si BoeBoe daw laking convento at ako daw jologs. Mahilig daw ako maki-C.R. sa C.R. ng may C.R. I really don't see what the big deal is eh kay BoeBoe lang naman yun. Ginagamit ko yung C.R. nya kasi nasa sala na rin lang ako, so bakit hindi. Tapos malapit din dun yung food at water bowl nya so makiki-inom na rin ako. It's so convenient. Ako kasi praktikal lang. Si dada at yan si Boeboe, shadong proper chuva.

Sutil daw ako. "Ayan na si Sutil", "Sutil talaga!!!!", ani ni Dada palagi. Pero nakatawa naman sya pag sinasabi nya yun. Sus. Kaba-brush sa kin ng dada ko, lalo pa raw ako gumanda( as in!). Medyo tumaba din ako(pero di naman kasing taba ng iba jan huh *tingin kay Boeboe*). Kumportable na ko sa bagong home ko. Feel ko na. Ramdam ko na mahal na mahal ako. Si dada na lang eh kung lamutakin ako. Inaangilan ko na sya't lahat, di pa rin nya ako tinatantanan sa pagbuhat tapos i-hug ng sobrang higpit, sabay kiss pa sa cheeks ko. Nakakaiinis lang pag sumasali si alam mo na. Korni talaga ng Boeboe na yan. Hmpft. Tingin ko inggit sya sa akin. Sobrang tuwa kasi si dada in the way I dart across the room na may patalon-talon. At ako lang yata ang pusang tumatayo sa tuktok ng scratching post, hmp, beat that! With Boeboe, inertia is her middle name. Hindi ako magtataka kung isang araw mangitlog na lang sya sa pag-upo upo nya buong magdamag. At hindi ako magugulat kung isang araw bigla nalang yan pumutak na parang manok*laughing*.

Ooops, I have to go. Time to run around the house and play with my toys. Catch you later pussy lovers*winks*

A Day In The Life Of My Cats

(6 am, Boe in dreamland)
"Kailangan mahuli ko na ang pesteng daga na yun!Grrr, lagi nalang sya nakakatakas. Hmm, makausap nga si Pozzy mamaya, siguro may mas magandang plano yun. Paghatian nalang namin, hating kapatid*evil grin* "

( 9 am, and STILL in dreamland)

"I can almost feel it, that darn rat will be trapped beneath my paws and there shall be no escape! Tignan ko lang kung makatakas pa sya.."

"Aysus, nananaginip na naman si taba. Hmm hilahin ko kaya buntot nito. Tanghali na, tulog pa din. Oh well, basta ako maglalaro dito sa PC table. Andito kasi yung mouse eh, ayan inupuan ko para hindi makatakas."

"Aha! At ano naman ginagawa mo dyan? Bawal pumatong dyan sa PC table, ang tigas talaga ng ulo mo Pozzy. Bumaba ka nga dyan. Isusumbong kita mamaya!"

" Che! Ewan ko sau! Inggit ka lang. If I know, gusto mo din umupo dito. Tanghali na noh, puro ka tulog. Ayan tuloy ang taba taba mo na! Maka baba na nga dito, baka hindi ako makapagpigil syo, masapak pa kita."

"Alam mo, ang kapal talaga ng mukha mo. May kama ka naman bakit dyan ka na naman nahiga?! Heller? At nagsalita ang hindi mahilig matulog. Excuse me noh, hindi ako mataba, muscular lang. Eh ikaw? Para kang si Palito na nakadamit ng furcoat, BLEH!

"Ah ganun?! Inggit ka lang kasi mestiza ako, samantalang ikaw BALUGA! Hay nako, wala akong panahon makipag argumento sayo. Sayang ang energy ko at malalagasan lang ako ng buhok syo. Tigilan mo nko pwede? Mind your own business! Hay makatulog na nga"

"Hay nako, bakit ko ba pinapatulan ang bruhang ito, masisira lang araw ko. Hmm, mabuti pa matulog nalang ako. I have no time for losers! Ako nalang huhuli dun sa pesteng daga na yun. Hindi ko maaasahan na tumulong si urduha tsk tsk. Hmpft mabuti na din yun, at least wala akong kahati."

"hehehe, wala namang sinabi itong tabachoy na ito e, hangang salita lang. Makatulog na nga para gumanda araw ko. Time for my beauty sleep."

ZZZzzzzzzzz

And they slept happily all day. The end.

Pozzy

This was Pozzy's picture when I first saw her online. She's a 3 year old purebred Persian cat. Her previous owner had no choice by to give her away. In the U.S., some apartment owners don't allow pets and unfortunately for the previous owner, she overlooked the said rule on her lease contract and therefore had to offer Pozzy for adoption. It took her more than 4 months to look for a worthy owner. I was the lucky one.

The very first thing that caught my attention when I saw Pozzy was her beautiful face. She walked across the room with the grace of a ballet dancer. She had a sweet voice(so much better than Boe's in fact). I couldn't believe that I was taking home this charming cat.

I fell in love again! This time with Persian Pozzy.

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This is Pozzy's very first picture, taken the following day while she's resting inside my cabinet. This was captured using a camera phone. Isn't she lovely?

Changing Colors

Most of the time I imagine my cats in rainbow-colored furs. Gusto ko may nakikita akong bago sa kanila, gusto ko MAS makulay sila. Obviously, Boe has a silvery gray coat and Pozzy in her mocha frap vanilla white shaded coat( oo na, para sa mga naghihintay ng pic ni pozzy, konting pasensya pa lol). In the eyes of strangers, black and white cats lang talaga sila. So ordinary. Walang kabuhay buhay na mga kulay at maihahambing sa mga pusakal( or pusang kalye). Kung sa pagkain pa, matabang at kulang sa lasa.
Kaya naman in my mind, i paint my cats. At times, kulay yellow si Pozzy at orange naman si Boe. Minsan pag malungkot ako, naiisip ko na maging kulay blue si Boe and Violet naman Pozzy. Pag medyo naughty ang mood ko, pareho silang green cats*naughty grin* Pag galit ako, color red sila. In short, yung kulay nila, pabago-bago ng shade. Parang rainbow. Nagyayari ito everyday and sometimes, every other moment.

Ang mga pagbabago sa kulay ay maihahambing natin sa buhay ng tao. Pabago-bago ang lahat ng bagay. Minsan sobrang tuwa tapos next minute, umiiyak na tyo. May pagkakataon naman na parang nakasakay tyo sa roller coaster, andun yung pinaghalong excitement at takot, yung thrill ika nga. Minsan naman, wala lang, matabang, walang spice at zest. Ibat-ibang emotion, pabago-bagong pangyayari. Ganun talaga ang buhay.

When I look at my cats, they aren't the plain and ordinary looking black and white cats. I choose to see them in changing hues, paint them in color and transform them into awesome creatures. Why should i limit myself to the ordinary when I can change the way they look simply by changing the way I look at them. In my life, I have the power to make things happen, and I can do so with my sheer will and the right attitude. There is no limit. The color pallette in my mind does not necessary adhere to the common color wheel. I choose to set the color tone, the shade and the overall look and feel of my life. I can paint my life the way I want to look at it. Keber ko sa ibang tao kung gusto lang nila eh black and white. Basta ako, gusto ko may kulay na higit pa dun.

We can choose to have ordinary lives but at the same time, we can choose to live a truly worthwhile and meaningful life. We have the power to steer our lives anywhere we want to go. We can deal with our life beyond what the color wheel dictates. It is our personal drive and the very passion for life that generates that unique color pallette. Live outside the box. There's so much more to see and experience once we break free from being boxed-up(meaning, being chained to past hurts, pains, failures and what have you).

Boe leaps straight up to my lap, sitting contently and watching me type away. She's yellow and orange colored dots today. And Pozzy, a combination of indigo, yellow and violet. How fun!

Paint your life. Paint it fun!

The Cat And Cat Owner's Test

For A Cat Owner like me:

Your cat waits and meows at the front door when you arrive. Is it saying: a) Welcome home b) The phone rang twice while you were out c) Feed me, NOW
my answer: C

Your cat meows at the door when you go out. Is it saying: a) Please don't leave me here all alone b) Goodbye c) But what if I get hungry while you out?
my answer: C

Your cat digs its claws in your leg. Is this: a) An unsupressed primal instinct b) A sign of affection c) A demand to be fed now
my answer: C

Your cat scratches at the door after being fed: Is it saying: a) Lemme out - I need to use the garden b) Wanna go out and play c) Wonder what they've got to eat next door?
my answer: C

Conclusion: My cats only need me for food huhuhu

For my Pussy Cats:

Your human walks into the kitchen. Does this mean: a) It's hungry b) It's lost c) You're hungry
Boe and Pozzy's answer: C

Your human puts down a bowl of food for you. Is this: a) supper b) something to keep you going till supper's ready c) inedible junk to be scorned in favour of what the human's got.
Boe and Pozzy's answer: C

Your human removes you from the top of the television. Does this mean: a) You're in trouble - better not do it again b) Nothing - humans do this from time to time c) The human wants to play, so climb up again to amuse it.
Boe and Pozzy's answer: C

Staircases are for: a) Getting up to the human's bedroom at 4am b) Lying in wait in the dark at the top of c) Walking down just slower than the human in front of it. d) all of the above
Boe and Pozzy's answer: D

Conclusion: Cat's have a mind of their own so don't feel bad if they ignore you and act as if you don't exist(but trust me on this, when you're not looking, they have their eyes fixed on YOU!)

I'm NOT the boss

Surely, any devoted pussy lover out there would agree, we're NOT the boss (akala lang natin tayo ang MASTER, pero HINDI HINDI HINDI!). Our feline dahlings have a mind of their own. Unlike dogs, they are less needy of us(except when it's time to eat) and will assert their independence (even if we scream our lungs out begging for them to stay in bed a little longer than usual). Oh I'm not complaining at all. I have gracefully accepted this fact eversince I adopted Boe and Pozzy. My love and devotion form part of my retribution- a conscious act of remorse for my past cruelty(OO na, pinagdudusahan ko na ngayon ang ginawa ko noon huhuhu).

And so here's a pledge made just for my MASTERS(in atonement for my past feline cruelty).

1. I will not laugh when my master chases her tail.
2. I will be ready to play whenever my master is.
3. I will not let my master in/out "when I feel like it".
4. There must always be food in my master's dish.
5. I will graciously accept the wildlife offerings from my master.
6. I will watch where I put my big feet.
7. I will not fuss when my master is patrolling the table/kitchen counter/dresser for prey.
8. I will not chase my master with the awful noisy vacuum cleaner.
9. I will supply my master with toys and will not begrudge him if he decides to find some new ones on his own.
10. I will not move my master no matter where she decides to sleep.
11. I will share any can of tunafish that is opened.
12. I will not make fun of my master's weight.
13. I will not stick my finger in master's mouth when she yawns.
14. I will keep the master's litter box as clean (cleaner than) the human's bathroom.
15. I will be sure that my masters are comfortable in bed, only then will I arrange myself around the available space.
16. I will provide only the choicest morsels for the master's bowl, not poultry scraps.
17. I will take thousands of pictures of my masters, and show them to everyone I ever meet.
18. When my master is sleeping on some portion of my anatomy, I will not disturb him or her by getting up to attend to such mundane matters as answering the telephone or going to the bathroom.
19. I will not complain when my master steps on the break key, or settles down on the computer keyboard.
20. I will not come home smelling of other cats or (even worse!) dogs.
21. I will not move my hand while my master is busy washing it.
22. I will change my masters' litterbox at the first sign of stink, not when they have to get the point across by whizzing on the comforter.
23. I will gladly roll onto my other side when my master paws me on the cheek at 3:30 am so she can "snuggle."
24. I will not "fraternize" with other cats.
25. I will not assume my master is done reading the newspaper just because she/he is no longer looking at it or just because I am done with that page.
27. I will not assume my master doesn't like whatever is in the can I am opening.
28. I will not surprise my master my kissing her while she is sleeping.
29. I will not brush my master when he jumps up on my lap just to be petted.
30. I will not spike my master's food with medicine.
31. Attempting to hide catnip from your master is useless, so don't bother.
32. I will not ignore my master's signs to tell me when to start/stop petting, cuddling, playing, etc., no matter how subtle they are.
33. I will not talk on the phone when my master wants me stare at her and talk nicely to her.
34. I will not answer the phone when I come home if I haven't fed my master yet.
35. I will *not* pet my master while she's taking her bath!!
36. I *will* feed my master on demand. I will *feed* my master on demand. I will feed my master on *demand*.
37. I will not talk on the phone unless my master gets a chance to say "hi".
38. I will get an ice cube and throw it on the floor whenever my master requests one.
39. I will share the spicy bean dip with my master.
40. I won't shove my master out of the middle of the bed.
41. I will not weigh my master, that's Taboo.
42. The human will not say "Ewwww gross" when the master sneezes and then licks the snots off her fur.
43. I will retrieve all the toys from under the daybed and refrigerator each and every day.
44. I will change the litter at least once per day.
45. I will feed my master all he can gorge.
47. I will leave the lingerie drawer open so that my master may strew my undies around the apartment for his amusement.
48. I will not close the bathroom door thus separating myself, however momentarily, from my master.
49. I will not place my *insignificant* belongings on the royal resting places (aka coffee tables, nightstands, and dressers), nor scold my master when (s)he pushes them off.
50. I will not pull my master out of the trash bin when she is busy inspecting its contents.
51. I will refill the water bowl no matter how many times my master tips it over.
52. I will leave the potting soil where it belongs -- on the floor.
53. I will leave the toilet seat up so my master can investigate.
54. I will let my master sleep on my notes as I'm trying to study. (I'm sure I can read through the fur if I try hard enough!)
55. I will not turn on the water when my master is napping in the sink.
56. I will let my master chase my highlighter as I'm trying to highlight texts.
57. I will not highlight my master's nose and ears in fashionable neon colors.
58. I will not de-flea my sister's new master in my master's bathroom and expect my master to forgive me right away.
59. I will not try to ignore my master when she comes over to join my phone conversation, because since no one else is in the room, I must be talking to her. (Who would *really* be talking to a piece of plastic anyway?)
60. The human will not stare at the master while she is doing her business, however, the master is permitted to stare at the human in various states of undress and/or physical activity.

Confessions of a Pussy Lover Part II

A friend of mine taking BS Biology desperately needed a cat- an adult cat. Lowella fit her requirement to a T. She has been chasing every alley cat in our village and it was obviously futile. I saw it as an opportunity to help a friend, and more importantly, end mama's sufferings well. In my mind, I was doing everyone a favor including Gel. It would mean giving an abrupt end to his asthma attacks.

In one shift motion, I covered Lowella's nose with chloroform-soaked cloth to put her to sleep and as soon as that sleep inducing chemical took effect, my friend hurriedly placed her in a sack and off she went. No more Lowella. No more asthma.

It became my closely guarded secret for years. In Gel's mind, the poor thing was probably too old to go back home or probably died of natural causes somewhere else. Gel was inconsolable. Such loss was the ultimate heart shattering experience for him. He lost not just a cat. He lost a source of joy. I have regrettably overlooked this important detail. No amount of apology can erase the fact that I've caused him so much pain, that I deprived him of his feline companion.

And now as I go through this ongoing love affair with my own cats, I cannot help but fear for the same tragic loss, to go through that very same heart shattering experience. God forbid. I might cross the line between sanity and insanity should any of them die on me. I am drowning in this karmic whirlpool. If this is the price I have to pay for my feline cruelty, then so be it. Such feline cruelty deserve punishment. I accept. Bring it on!

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I believe in retribution. It is a MUST. I see each day as an opportunity to make amends. I vowed to give my cats the top of the line food(and plenty of it), warm cozy beds, countless toys for their amusement, tons of yummy treats and most important of all, my unwavering love and affection. This is my commitment.

Whenever I go to bed at night, I tell my cats that I love them. I whisper sincere assurances of NEVER ever giving them away(like what their previous owners did). I try my best to make them feel secure and ultimately wipe away their fear. They deserve to be happy, they deserve a home.

Yes. The worst nightmare of any cat has turned into the passionate pussy lover. Ironic. Nevertheless I feel no shame, only PRIDE. Why not? I have been blessed with two awesome cats, loyal and affectionate and an endless source of joy. Thank God for the realization, thank God for my cats.

Dore and Marlin for Christmas

Aha! That's it. Now I know what to get my babies for Christmas- an aquarium full of fish!

This is the ultimate amusement center as far as cats are concerned. They can sit in front of this brightly-lit fish haven enjoying the sight of their fish friends. What seem to be a dull and boring day for my babies can easily be transformed into a truly exciting and engaging experience at home.

Let me see, I'd most probably get them some Barbs(Tiger,Tinfoil), Tetras(Emperor,Blood Fin, Neon), Molly( Lyre tail), and a couple of Angelfish and some bottom feeders. This will be enough to make a well-lit 12-15 gallon aquarium look stunning. I can imagine Boe and Pozzy spending long hours gazing at their gift(and secretly wishing to scoop out a fish or two). It would be interesting to see how they can control that predatory instinct, much so contain their feline curiousity.

Here's to a purrfect feline yuletide celebration!

Confessions of a Pussy Lover Part I

I used to HATE cats. I find everything about them repulsive. Our yard was never without feline feces and it ceaselessly reeked with urine stench leading anyone to cuss out and curse those worthless lazy creatures. I grew up accustomed to that disgusting feline odor permeating our house. I was furious at the sight of them eating on top of our dining table nibbling on our left over food. I always had that sort of uncontrollable urge to kick them when they got in my way and burn their whiskers when they climb up our kitchen counter to take a nap.

Yes. I was the ultimate pussy hater.

My brother Gel was exactly the opposite. He loved cats. He loved them all so much and treated each one like kings and queens. I remember seeing him wake up each morning with a smile and as soon as he stretched out in bed, but lo and behold, our cat Lowella emerges from underneath his blanket. My aunt would often freak out whenever he would secretly allow his cat to come in from his bedroom window, hopping straight to bed with him. He didn't care where that darn cat came from, whether or not it stinked. That didn't deter him from cuddling, kissing, and literally sleeping with his cat. I cringed at the sight of him rubbing his face againts that cat's nose. He had countless asthma attacks. He even went to to the extent of secretly feeding his cat half his favorite crispy fried chicken(which was actually a fave sunday lunch dish in our household). It didn't matter that he would deprive himself of enjoying a must-eat dish.

What shocked me even more was that even after being bitten by Catty our 2 year old cat, Gel remained the pussy lover that he is. That bite alone resulted to 21 excruciatingly painful anti-rabies shots on his abdomen. There was no sign of anger, resentment and even verbal promises of never ever petting Catty. He was devastated when poor Catty drowned. She accidentally fell into our water tank and floated there for a week or so. It made me puke when I learned what happened but not Gel. He took the bloated Catty and gave it proper burial complete with flowers and prayers. He mourned Catty's loss for months.

I saw it as sheer obsession and, utter madness. He shrugged off and ignored every attempt to convince him to do away with Lowella when she became really old. It was obvious that there was no apparent end to the sickening routine of waking up with the cat, and seeing countless hours of uninterrupted feline petting.

In short, my brother was the ULTIMATE pussy lover.

And as for me, i did everything to rid of Lowella out of our house, no matter what and whatever the cost.

And i succeeded.

Yes. It was victory for me, sweet sweet victory.

Find out how i carried out this sinister plan on Part II of my confessions....

What All Cats Know About Living The Good Life

Act nonchalant
Be comfortable
Control yourself
Discriminate
Explore
Fake what you don't know
Grab at passing opportunities
Have moments of wild abandon
Ignore the ignorant
Jog in your sleep
Knead people
Let it all hang out
Make friends with your neighbors
Nap often
Overstep bounderies
Play with your food
Quit while you're winning
Return to your favorite places
See things others don't
Take your time
Understand human limitations
View things from more than one perspective
Wait at least 60 seconds before responding
X-pect only the best
Yawn and stretch at regular intervals
Zzzzzz in the sunshine

Boeboe's Breed

Russian Blue cats are quiet and sensitive, sometimes shy and reserved but are also tremendously loyal to their chosen human being. They may be cautious of strangers and take time to develop a friendship with humans but it is often worthwhile as Russian Blues can become devoted pets. Once settled in a loving environment they love to play with toys and enjoy jumping, climbing and racing around and are extremely agile and light footed. They love human attention and can appear to be quite hurt when rejected. Russian Blues are quite content to be house cats as long as they have the company of their human friends.





Russian Blue is an intelligent cat which is renowned for its gentleness. It will often talk to its owner in a quiet voice, although a queen in season can make as much noise as any other cat. The Russian Blue is affectionate but not demanding. Many love to be picked up and cuddled but some are not so keen. Nevertheless, they are still likely to be loving and devoted companions to their owners. This has made the breed particularly popular with elderly people. However, it is also very good with children and as a general rule will tolerate the clumsy handling of a child. The cat will wriggle, rather than claw, its way out of a tight grip. It is rare for a Russian Blue to bite or scratch.

(source:Russian Blue Breeders Association)

Love At First Sight

"Who can believe that there is no soul behind those luminous eyes!" Theophile Gautier

Those scared olive green eyes swiftly cut through my soul like lightning, blazing through the darkened skies. In a flick of a finger, I found myself wanting to have YOU. I MUST have you. Who am I to resist that silent call to belong and be loved? Those eyes begging for attention, wanting a home. You had me at first sight baby...smitten by everything that you are.

YOU are MINE.

Right that very moment I first laid my eyes on you, I knew instinctively that I shall be your last lover. Twice you've been given away. Abandoned. Well not anymore. I shall be your home until your very last breath. I shall put an end to your suffering and vanish that ever pressing anxiety of being put to sleep in that shelter. A beautiful creature like you deserves to live, to receive LOVE. I ache inside for the abandonement you went through. I despise everyone who contributed to every bit of your suffering but at the same time, thank God and the heavens for leading my eyes to meet yours and touching the deepest part of me enough to make me want to have you oh so desperately.

You see my dear, I have never really been a cat owner nor have I been into cats per se. I grew up having dogs for pets and the very day I visited that site where your picture appeared, I was actually looking for a dog for adoption. Then your picture flashed on the screen. I ceased to look further. I knew in my heart the search for a potential pet ended right there and then. Ironic as it may seem, but there I was wanting so much to have you. I got instantly mesmerized by your beautiful eyes. Suddenly I had the urge to rescue you from that shelter and give you a better place to live in.

I shall give you EVERYTHING your tiny heart desires. You can have all the tuna, salmon and chicken in the world if that's what pleases you. Take all the naps you want on my cozy bed. Take everything that I have and make it your toy and you won't hear me complain. What matters to me is that you have a good life, a truly happy life and to enjoy living to the fullest. I shall make sure you get all the necessary health supplements available in the market and take you to the best veterinarian in town. There is no limit to my loving you.

From now on, I shall name you Boeboe. But surely, I shall fondly call you my baby. At night I shall cuddle you close to me, stroking you ever so lovingly. I shall endlessly whisper words of assurances to wash away your feline fears. Let me heal you with my devotion and affection, now and in the coming days.

Here's to your long happy life and to the million laughters I shall have with you.

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Boeboe is a 3-year old purebred female Russian Blue cat adopted from the Humane Society. The photo attached is the one shown on the site.