Wisdom.

 By three methods may we learn wisdom: First, by reflection, which is the noblest; Second, by imitation, which is the easiest; and third by experience, which is the bitterest.  

Confucius (551 BC - 479 BC) Chinese Philosopher

Thanks for the memories.

I’ve been waiting for Tigo to evolve into a tiger or sumtin.

But it seems like this lil guy has stopped growing. I started to have this one hell of a suspicion that he actually originated from Neverland, the land where Peter Pan came from. That’s why Tigo isn’t getting any bigger, unlike his older brother which according to me, would strike you with admiration upon seeing the size of its girth (exaggeration much).

One thing about Tigo’s brother is that he’s been taken care of by my neighbour, who gave us Tigo when he was much littler than he is now. And he’d always came running into our house every time he heard the sound of our cats’ meal bowls being hit on the floor. Lepas tu gaduh dengan Johny, minta makanan Tigo. 

And my cats, are the most generous cats in all the realms that exist. That is, of course, according to me. I really think the most generous cat of all em generous cats in all the realms that exist was our old Mikey Simon. The theory is that it was Mikey who taught Lil Johny who in turn taught Tigo to never be stingy, to share and to avoid fights with the others. Old Mikey used to have this one best friend whose name was Tiger Blacky, our former neighbour who had moved out to another house. They used to always share their meals together but Mikey being all generous and kind and bersopan-santun, had always given Tiger Blacky the most share. And when Mikey was sick, old Blacky would come every day, paying visits every now and then, asking “Hey awak boleh main dengan kita tak hari ni?” and Mikey would answer “Tak boleh la Blacky, saya masih tidak sihat” and Blacky would then understand and lay down beside Mikey to accompany him. Their relationship moved me. It’s like seeing scenes in one of those movies with talking cats that go on numerous adventures together until one of them moved into another country.

And when old Tiger Blacky moved out, Mikey was pretty much gloomy. You can tell that he was gloomy. Mum said he missed Blacky and we all agreed. The other cats were much of a bully and he didn’t like to fight. Or should I say he lacked courage? He was a peaceful cat, wagged his tail almost all the time. My parents said if animals wag their tails, it means they’re happy. Mikey had an extremely cute girlfriend, but he never got her pregnant, which was mind-boggling. And Tigo is actually old Mikey’s girlfriend’s son. Some strayed black cat made her pregnant. I wonder what it would be like if Mikey had had any kitten. It would be extremely wonderful.

Because the last time we heard of old Blacky, he had become a father and Daniel, the kid who owns him sounded thrilled. And there we were, saddened by fact that Mikey was dead and gone, buried on what used to be Daniel’s family’s orchard.

He was the best pet cat ever. The cleverest. Once taught that all excretion business must be done nowhere else other than in the toilet, he quickly understood. Tak pernah kumbah tong sampah hence tak pernah kena ketuk kepala mahupun dijentik telinga. He liked to sleep beside me, sometimes on my tummy. And I’m really glad whenever I think of how he used to always wag his tail, telling us that he was happy spending his life with us.

And he was sangat bersopan, he waited for me to come back from MIAT before leaving for heaven.

He didn’t even want to look at my face when I was talking to him whilst crying, broken-hearted by the way he refused to eat anything and the way his body was trembling, could barely stand on his four legs on  the night before he went away. I guess my tears broke his heart too.

It was because of him that I now, am not afraid of dead cats and sick cats covered in mud and cats with scabs on their ears and cats’ saliva and cats’ poo and cats’ bite. It was because of him that I am now not afraid of burying stiff dead cats anymore.

Actually I didn’t mean to write about my cats.

I wanted to write about my pathetic self and my equally pathetic life. I will, Insha Allah, be moving into another house too, soon. My Arabic lessons will start sooooooon and I can’t wait!!!!!!!!!

Tapi sebenarnya, for the past couple of months, I’ve forgotten how badly I actually wanted to go to Zaytuna. 

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Mikey Simon.

My sister and I decided to name him Mikey Simon because we enjoyed watching Kappa Mikey on TV9 back then. He was very small, and buncit, very beautiful, found near the playground by my younger brother. One day old Mikey got lost and didn’t come home for days. We thought we lost him but by fate, this Daniel kid found old Mikey playing alone in a deserted house not far from our place. He called out “Mikey!” and our cat answered. Mum said Mikey went running into our house the moment Daniel put him on the ground.

And that was the moment we knew he belonged with us.

The Best Pet Cat Ever. Thanks for the memories.