Here is a scenario. You are busy with your laptop, surfing for important stuff and non-important stuff. And suddenly you heard like a door screeching. You feel the suspense, you turned and look behind you, no one is there. But the moment you turn, again, the door screech. Like someone was there before. You look around you, nothing is there. Feeling intimidated, you continue your work, and then you heard the sound again, but nothing passes. You feel you are being watched by someone or something. Suddenly, you feel something fluffy on your feet. There it is under your table, a pair of glaring eyes staring straight at you. You feel helpless. The sound ‘meow’ is hard to resist. It’s your cat. You try not to bother. And it jumps right to your lap.
She is my stalker. I called her Pumpud. It’s a kadazan term for ‘charcoal’. Actually, she has many names. My grandma called her Gulitom which means ‘black’. Sometimes, her name will be Chaq or tukui. I don’t really care what they called her. A few months ago, she came to my house out of the blue, while I was hanging my clothes out to dry. I heard a husky small ‘meow’ from a distance. But in fact, she is just 5 feet away. Actually I try to get rid of her for a few times (okay, I’m not being mean, maybe it is someone else’s pet). But it keeps coming back and pops at the front door. And that is the history of how she became the member of the house.
She is different from the others. I think she ‘sniffs’ human emotion. At one time, I was in a really bad stomach pain. She always likes to sneak into my bedroom every night and play with full adrenalin on my bed. But that night, I was cramping, and then she just lay on the side of my stomach and sleep. Before I took my exams, she was also there, accompanying me while I was studying. Although she is being called ugly to some, to me she is adorable and cute. She lightens up a dull day. She likes to play and cheer me up.
She had a pooch on her belly. A sign she was happily ‘full’ all the time. She also likes to play with cockroaches until the cockroaches passed out or gone forever, but Pumpud would not eat it. Sometimes, lizard when she is a little more adventurous. I don’t know if one day she will increase her level to rat hunting. But like her older ‘brother’, this can be a mess. I always had been shocked by the gruesome sight of rat’s carcass…and sometimes even bird. The hotspot is usually at the back of a cabinet in the living room, the kitchen, or front door. Some say, having black cat is not good, but for me she is just a creature with feelings. Don’t judge a cat by its color. It can be your best companion ever.
Yet, I think it was meant to be this way. Sometimes, little things in your life are what make you happy. Once it was gone, you realized it can give a big impact in your life. As the saying goes “all good things must come to an end”. The experience of joy is so genuine and effortlessly makes you happy. These 5 months are so meaningful to me.
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| Jan, 2012-May 17, 2012 |
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| Rest in peace, my friend. |
P/s: Pics taken the night before she'd hit by a car. Just so coincidental I force her to take pictures because I don't have photos of hers.Goodbye my little stalker.
