Thursday, December 8, 2011

Puss in Heart.

Cinta datang karena terbiasa.  
love comes because we get used to. 

Sebuah kalimat yang agak mengundang kontroversi.
Kenapa kontroversi?
Muncul berbagai argumen kalau ngomongin soal yang satu itu (baca: cinta).

Argumen #1: Cinta itu datang tiba-tiba.
Argumen #2: Kalau dasarnya gak cinta ya gak cinta aja mau coba dibiasain sekalipun.
Argumen #3: Cinta itu pilihan.

Skeptikal, kritis, ataupun pesimis, sejuta argumen bisa muncul.

I won't take long discussing about this stuff, I will just tell a simple story and let you decide.
This is a story between me and the cat in my house, well practically she isn't my cat, she suddenly came into my house and yeah, she's been here since then.

So one afternoon I (not usually) went out to front yard, just felt like it.
When all of sudden, out of nowhere there was this cat, gray cat meowing right near my left leg -- you know how cats are usually lingering in between your legs.
She is a pretty cat (no, I don't usually like cats, I'm a dog person).
Well long story how I used to have cats while i was little and how my mom tried her best to get rid of them.
(Btw I used to torture cats as well, how I didn't want them to run away I usually kidnapped them in the storage, I know..... bad little me).
So maybe basically I am just an animal lover, so I got into my house, got some foods and gave her.
(I know how people say once you feed stray cats they will go back again)
And so did she.
She kept going back to my house.
My mbak (maid) told me that the cat belonged to several house nearby, she belonged to little girl(s).
But then who cares this cat has no collar anyway and she kept going back and noone has been searching for her since then.
This pretty cat --we (my family and I) call her Pus (I know....)-- was apparently male-cats-eater.
One night I came home from work and found she had some kind of bump in her tummy, I assumed she got pregnant and apparently she did.
Weeks after her tummy was getting bigger.
Since she usually came to my house in the evening after I come home from work (apparently she knew she wouldn't get food unless it's with me), one night she did not come.
After few days later she came back, her tummy was flattened again.
Right, she delivered already then.
Since she came back, she seldom come to my house, I don't know why but I guess she just had to feed her babies, right?
So weeks after weeks she didn't come as often as she used to, I didn't really care though.
Since then as well I got quite many male cats hang around in my house (see I told you she's a male-cats-eater), which apparently her boyfriends HAHAHAHA...

So one day she came back with a quite swollen tummy (again..), she got pregnant again.
Now I guess with another male cat, because this one gingery-garfield-look-like cat always walked together with her.
One fine afternoon I came home early from work and saw this truck in front of my house, Pus came out of my garage and lingered on my legs, when a man came out of the truck and asked me, if the cat was mine.
I realized he is an animal controller, basically in my area you can't have stray animals (even rats!).
So I told him yes the cat is mine.
And he told me he sometimes see the cat wandering around the area and has no collar.
I told him that I don't keep my cat at home and she is free to wandering around anywhere she likes to and since she has no collar doesn't mean she has no owner, now since you know it's my cat don't ever take her away. period.

I didn't know why I was so persistence, I didn't care about any other cats though. I just wanted Pus to be safe and stay.

So days after she kept coming back until one day she disappeared.
I thought she gave birth or something, so I let it slip away.
Days turned to weeks, and turned to months.
Approximately 2 months or so she was gone.
I started to think about it.
I even started to search for her around the area.
I open the car window everytime I drove home in case I heard her voice (btw her voice is so distinctive, kind of super high pitch).
NONE.

Horrible thoughts came after:
What if she died?
What if she got capture by the animal controller?
What if she got hit by car?
What if she starved out there?
and millions of another "what if"

I even asked the security to find her (lol, how paranoid i am right?)

So I kept wondering where is she and I realized that I care about her.
Everytime I got home I kept calling her name so that if she had chance to be somewhere nearby she could have listened and come back.
After the third month, I got home from a date, I saw a slight grayish-thing in my garage, I dropped out the car and ran after the thing
IT WAS PUS!
SHE CAME BACK!
err..... FAT
extremely FATTTT!
no, not pregnant fat, pure fat
her cheeks fat
tummy fat
legs fat
everything fat
and I laughed hysterically at her
I told her "Pus you look so different! I barely recognize you, fatty!"
She kept meowing and lingered in my arms, I hugged her close (but then she never likes being hugged or hold, so a brief hug will do).
I ran inside my house and told mom and dad that my cat is back!
I grabbed a box of cat foods and ran back outside to give her
I sat next to her while she was eating and she kept purring while eating
cute!
I missed her.
And at that point, I was so relieved.

So, in conclusion, what do you think love is?
Love is there because you get used to?
Or love is a choice in the first place?
Or there is no love even if you get used to?
Or love comes all of sudden?
Who knows.... ( ;
What I know is I don't want to loose Pus again



love,
meL

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