There is something that is not said enough on the news, but
there has been a significant decrease of pop culture. Where are the new MCU
releases? Where are new movie releases in general? Where are the new panel
shows? And, I never thought I would say this, but what are the Kardashians up
to (this was written a month ago, the Kardashians are currently running for
office)? These might seem insignificant and pop culture might seem like a
luxury unbefitting to our times, but some of us are actually resorting to
exercise due to lack of pop culture. This cannot go on. Anyway, this is my way
of saying that this post is once again more about everyday life and less about
my recent demise into a Lin-Manuel Miranda wormhole. I blame a friend for that.
She knows who she is.
Everyday life is now synonymous with animals. I am staying
at my brother’s house and cohabiting with three huge cats and one huge dog. I
have already mentioned Leyla on this blog, she is a loveable new foundland that
weighs 40 kilos and looks like she weighs 60. Sounds like a crowded household?
Add two kids under three years old to the mix. I will not be talking about the
kids because at some point they will grow up, learn how to read and chase me
down for having written this post. The animals, on the other hand, are a safer
bet. I doubt Leyla will master reading any time soon.
Let me begin with our three friendly felines as they need
proper introductions. The cats I have mentioned less on this blog, because I
have been trying to avoid them, allergies and all. I have a mild allergy to
cats, and I say mild because I would otherwise already be dead. Life would be
easier if said cats had gotten the memo that they are indeed cats and not dogs.
You know how cats are said to be dismissive and indifferent? Not these cats!
These cats want love 24/7 and they are not afraid to ask for it. The one named
‘Little One’, who is anything but little, will meow and purr and climb on any
limb of yours until he is sufficiently petted. We are still not sure what ‘sufficiently’
is, as we have certainly not reached that level yet. He is the kind of cat you
nudge away, kick, and ghost but just doesn’t get the hint. Not to mention he
considers the baby’s stroller his personal means of transportation. Little one
is so clingy, we recently realised his own cat brothers are avoiding him. It is
actually the only way to keep the rest of them away; stay close to Little one.
The second cat carries the original and imaginative name of
‘Little Grey One’. Mind you, these do sound better in Greek. At least this one
is still grey. Little grey one loves
cuddles and jumping on your lap, but nothing tops his ultimate desire; the
duvet. The forbidden duvet. As I mentioned, I am allergic to cats and until
recently tried very hard to resist those little balls of fur, and in my attempt
to keep on breathing, I have vouched to keep them away from my bedroom. A much
failed attempt. I took measures straight away and starting locking the door
when I was away. I realised soon enough that shutting the door won’t cut it, because,
surprise, they can turn a handle just fine. But mistakes happen, doors are
sometimes left unlocked. Little grey one has been frequently found in my bed
swirling around, making sure to leave as many of his cat hair as possible on my
duvet and pillow. However, I did once enter my unlocked room, finding the bed
untouched, feeling sweet, sweet relief. Short lived relief. Little grey one meowed
from within my suitcase, proud head popping up from a stack of socks and
sundresses. Again, making sure he got his little grey hair all over my clothes.
He left so much hair, vegans on the street would stop to ask if I was wearing
cat fur and throw red paint on me. So I took further measures, I hung my clothes
in the closet. All was well until one morning, in deep sleep, I felt something
brush up against my foot. The ninja cat had silently opened the door as I was
sleeping and climbed onto bed with me. I don’t know who jumped more abruptly,
me or the cat. And yes, you have understood correctly, I am an adult woman
terrorised by a cat.
The last cat is ginger, I am sure you are able to put the
name together this time round, ‘Little Ginger One’. Little ginger one is very
independent and a proper loner. He was the first one to brave the staircase,
the first one to approach Leyla, whom he likes much better than his own
brothers. I can’t say much for Little red one because he is so independent, I
hardly know him. I have succumbed to petting him a couple of times, leaving me
with disgusting red spots on my hands, but a warm feeling in my tummy. Stupid,
adorable cat.
I was going to then talk about Leyla, the love of my life,
but this blabbering of mine has gone on for too long and will continue next
week. There are three main questions that arise from this post:
- Should I be worried that I dedicated a whole blog post to three cats at the age of 25?
- Should I get a life?
- Should I get more cats?
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