Cat Show

Attending a cat show was a pleasant experience for me. Watching those adorable feline walk in grace, enticingly moving their cute fat tail, has flow me away to an oak tree. Perhaps I’ve gone amnesia with my own life, and voluntarily dragged into feline paradise for a while. I’ll surrender everything to stay there much longer, enriching my eyes with gorgeous memories of fabulous cats.

This place more like a palace to me than a hall, where fancy cages, high-priced cat toys, and of course high class cats talk in royal languages. Not forget to mention all the cuisine lays on the table, truly classy feast I’ve ever seen.

For a domestic cat like me, this festive party indeed beyond my imagination. At the first time my master talking about this event, there was a big bump inside my heart. Gosh it can’t be true, she must be out of her mind for taking me there. I ain’t royal cat, my unknown ancestor won’t be better than a musty street cats.
Compare to those shimmering fur ball, celebrities, descendant of royal cats, there’s no doubt that I’m the ugliest.

I will gladly accept if there’s any female cats turn their delicate tail away from me, even reject to look a former street cat like me straight in the eye. I really shouldn’t be here, but let my master’s feeling down will be the last thing I’d ever do in my whole life. Just listening how enthusiast she prepare my one and only cage this morning, already make my moustache grows bigger, I will certainly smile if human able to consider it as a smile.

“It will be wonderful day Chocolate, you’ll met adorable cats there. Celebrities, awards winner, and the most important thing is, you’ll met your favorite vet to give you nice gently shot. O ya..one more thing, I’m sure you’ll like it…free cat food for the whole day,” my master said this morning, while grooming my nails and furs.

And here I am, in the middle of a glamour feast among gorgeous cats I ever seen. I start losing my confident every time saluting those gorgeous feline, while they prefer sneer at me. That won’t irritate much, since I certainly aware of my existence rather than my performance.

I am 8 months old male cat with sharp claws and tough jaws, abandoned on the street since born, considered as a trifling feline who should be exanimate from the beginning. I still remember, that was the hottest summer for a newborn kitten, lay helpless near filthy trash bags on the edge of an damp alley. My rusty body couldn’t look better than a mice, which people could easily step on without feeling guilty find me dead beneath their sneakers. But I’m a lucky being able to survive there.

Hunger is the only reason why my mouth couldn’t stop making noises, or in my language that called crying, weeping, and desperate begging. For two days since I was born to watch the golden sun shine this damp place in the morning, I keep crying and crawling with lame finger tips. Then a girl came in sudden, her soft voice sounds like a magical mantra, heal my inner wound, comfort me with a new hope.

The next day, I was found my self covered in thick warm blanket in a small dog house. Later I realize that girl already brought me to her place, small but cozy place with gigantic grass grows wild in the back yard, right in front of my bed room.

I grow up here, doing all cat’s activities, doing exercise, sharpening my nails by climbing trees, catching living prey, the latter always make my master mad. But I couldn’t help my inner instinct, to hunt down bulky rat but also frogs which sometimes make me puke just by coming closer to them. But those friends have shape me from mere cat into strong ones, fat in my body never looked agglomerated in one certain point, like bulky belly. I enjoy my master compliment every time we got back from the vet, with wide open smile she said,

“You are a fine healthy cat, the weight is normal and far away from obesity. That’s good Chocolate, keep doing the exercise perhaps you should take an aerobic course with me,” she said in laugh.

My master, beyond of her ridiculous action she is truly a best friend, she never treated me differently than any other human in her house. Though sometimes what she does irritate her sister, but she always won the battle while stood for me. Just like when I chew all her sister’s office report, I almost getting hit by a broomstick for that. But my master, with all her ridiculous excuses (even a cat like me able to consider that none of her explanation of my action was reasonable) never miss any single minus-juror trial.

She always won the battle, even the battle is always about my nasty behavior. Sometimes, I begin to feel like Garfield, but he absolutely don’t reflect my characters, at least I won’t allow my self become like him. Perhaps it is laughable, how comes it, then, that a cat like me suddenly care about this fat, lazy but lovable feline. At least Garfield giving idea, that somehow cat also carry human characters. Hard to explain, why I become attracted to this cynical orange cat who loves all eatable cuisine and always sneer at anyone near. But those humorous strips help me to discover different side of human typical and perhaps my own character as well.

Garfield, who loves lasagna, coffee, and his television remote control, sometimes reflect a kind of activity which is easily found me or may be in you. Little bit scary if somehow human beings, content to regard eating and sleeping as their only purposes in life. Something clearly shown by all feline, in their day to day stories. But, scares me more if somehow, people believe that impassivity of mind and body were the sign of achievement. I’m not that kind of cat, as long as I can move my legs, I’ll work out. As long as my mouth could smile, I’ll smile even though people won’t understand why and what kind of a smile is that?. At least for my master, I’ll always shine her days..like she shine mines.

That’s why, I walk in proud in her hands though those priceless cats sneer at me. That won’t aggrieve at all, since I’m in the arm of a person who always consider me as a priceless cat, though with no fur ball or fancy color. Her warm arms comfort me enough to walk in proud among those royal cats, it is love that chained inside heart which make a cat like me become so precious to her.