It was a normal summer day on the 1st of May in 2014 when my dad told me about an oddeyed stray cat he saw outside our house. The next thing I knew was that the cat whose right eye was blue and the left, yellow, was brought into our garden, what with my dad thinking I could take beautiful pictures of her.
She was indeed pretty and quite charismatic, albeit dirty. She cooperated very well and we finished taking photos fast. I petted and told her, “Hey you can go home now.” We cuddled for a bit and she proceeded to groom my hand. I took pictures and videos on my phone to document this random stray’s sweetness. I was completely taken over by her charm. I even posted on Instagram, saying, “Why is this cat not mine?”
I wished she could be adopted by a loving family. I went on with my day as she fell asleep on the garden bench.
Three days had passed. Whenever I checked on her, she’d be so peacefully asleep, as if she hadn’t slept for three years straight. My boyfriend and I joked around about it – she might be pretending to be asleep so she didn’t have to go home, we said.
On the fourth day, my brother reminded me that her owner might be looking for her. With a heavy heart, before I left for Sunday church, I carried her to the apartment where she was said to have been staying. “Here’s your cat, you might be looking for her. She seems to have taken a liking to our garden,” I told the woman at the gate. She took her and said the cat only stayed in their house to sleep, but went out to look for food.
I wasn’t sure if it was right to leave her there.
Sunday mass was ordinary and my mind was littered with thoughts of this white cat. I hurried home right after and there she was on our doorstep! She was happily snoozing, as if nothing happened. She had made up her mind: My home was her home.
What’s better than a basket? A stack of baskets to sleep on.
She had a harness but she independently roamed around to greet fellow cat parents during a cat event.