This blog is about a cat.
I have this friend who was kind hearted enough to welcome to a frail stray kitten (pusa-kal) into her home. So fragile was the creature that it could not even manage to drink the milk from her own bowl. Her new mistress bought a "bottle set" for feeding. It was rigorous. My friend had reliable help among her sisters to keep to the timetable for feeding. This kitty was one lucky cat. Soon it was purring. And why not? She was bathed frequently, shared a nice cozy bed, provided with her own toys. The pusa-kal became the sosi-cat. Sounds like a feline tele novela.
But despite the "upbringing", I guess, primal instincts would eventually surface.
One day, the pampered feline went missing. My friend was quite upset. She searched the usual spots. No luck.
Their neighbor's kasambahay had alluded to seeing the wandering kitty with a tomcat.
Visions of that awkward Simba frolicking scene in the Lion King came to mind.
"But she is only a baby!!!"
But I guess, much like dog years, there are cat years.
The poor cat was banned from entering "her room" when she finally surfaced.
My friend has relented though.
Maybe soon enough, she will find herself becoming a "grandma".
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