Kitty Kitty Cat

My life has always been surrounded by puffy little creature called CAT.
I love all kind of cats especially the white ones.
I just feel so happy everytime I see them.
It's so lucky that my whole family love cats too.
That's why we never had a fight over pet issue.
There is always at least one cat in our house since I was a girl.

I rememeber vaguely about my first cat.
His name was Hmog. (or Fog in English)
He was a big yellow cat.
He might not be that big but I was just a little girl and that made him looked so big for me.
He had been living with Grams and my Mom for so long before I was born.
All I remember about Hmog is I loved to thrown him from the stairs and watched him landed.
He was so nice to me even though I was nothing but a little whitchy girl.
He disappeared one day. I thought it was my fault that he left.
I felt bad...so bad about it that I started to treat cats and all kinds of animals better.

Our second cat was Oliver.
She was black and white.
She was so cute and sweet when she was in her good mood.
If she was in a bad mood, well...scary. But we loved her dearly.
We bought her cakes and candies cause she liked them so much everytime we went shopping. She stayed with us for 2 years and she was poisoned to death.
We believed she was accidentally eaten dead rats in the rice fields near our place.
The rats were poison. It was so sad. I felt so sad.

After Oliver incident, my family decided not to raise any cat for awhile until one day a stray cat came to our house. Of course we kept him.
Mom named him Choke (means Luck) cause he always brought good luck. He was so nice.
He was never got mad at us. He just loved us dearly.
He never slept in our house at night. I guessed he had lots and lots of places to visit.
One day he came to the house looking really bad. He caught a bad cold.
He spent most of his time sleeping on a bench on the 1st floor.
He was killed by 3 dogs while walking from his rest room back yard to his bench.
My aunt buried him near the canal behind our place so he could travelling around like he always did.

After a tragic death of Choke.
Another cat came into ourlives.
He belonged to my neightbour but he spent most of his day time at our place.
His name was Sri Tong (golden) but I changed his name to Touch after a popular singer.
He was not that nice. He never biten us or anything. He was just...dirty.
He always went #1 and sometimes #2 on our floor.
So when his owner took him away, I didn't feel that sad.
He was not really my cat after all.

A few years later, we decided to have a cat again.
This time we brought 2 cats from a friend of my sister.
They were brown..dirty brown female cats.
Geu-Goon and Noon-Num were their names.
The names mean to help and to support.
We were so sacared to lose them like we did with all the cats we had in the past.
So we took great care of them both cause we didn't know what might happen, you know.
And our most fear came true when someone stole GG from our place one early morning.
GG was a sweet angle little cat. She was weak but we took care of her till she became better.
Then some monsters from hell took her away.
I just hate them...so much.
But I still had NN to take care of.

A few years afetr GG's gone, Noon Num was pregnant.
She had five babies but we got to keep only one of them, Zimba.
(The rest of her babies were too weak to survive.)
Because NN had no milk for her baby, my Mom had to be the one who fed Zimba.
He was so smart but he had a bad heart. He died before his first birthday.

We still had Noon Num. She was a true survivor.
She survived many many deadly situations in her life.
I thought she would always be with us but again another monster from hell took her away.
She escaped from that jerk once.
We kept her lock up in the house for weeks and weeks to make sure she was safe.
But we couldn't lock her up forever. We let her walk around again after awhile.
And she was gone. She was disappear and never came back.

In order to kept Noon Num company, Mom bought a little naughty kitten called Ta-Ngeaw form my cousin's place.
We believed she might feel better ater losing her son, Zimba.
Ta Ngeaw, what can I say about her. She was a nice kitten...now a really moody old lady!!!
She still here with me. It's been 7 years since this carzy cat came from my cousin's place.
We love her so much!!! She always sleeps in Mom's bedroom.
She hates my bed room for some reasons! She was our only cat for 5 years before we decided that we need more cats to play with.
That's why we brought another 2 white fat cats to be our dolls!!
Their name are Todd and Toy.

I really hate to say this but Todd was killed 5 months ago after spending 2 years of happiness with us.
I can't tell you without cring my eyes out about the day he was killed.
So I'm just gonna skip that one. Sorry!
All I can say is he was the angel. He was sent by heaven. He was so loving and smart.
That's why I am 100% sure he is in a good and safe place now.

Ok. Let's get back to talk about the cats I still have with me, Ta-Ngeaw and Toy.
God...I just love these 2 fur balls!!!
They make me happy everytime I go back from hard day of work.
They just come near me and let me pet them, hug them, kiss them and just rub thier soft fur.
Everytime my cats passed away, I told myself I would never loved any cats again.
It was so sad to lose something you love and cherish.
But they always surprised me. They somehow managed to open the door that closed by just being so darn liveky and cute!!!
I would surely miss all the happiness our furly little friends bring if I choose to close that door forever.
I don't know what's gonna happen in the future.
All I know now is...I love my cats and I'll never let any bad incidents in the past stop me from opening my heart to love them.
You know what, I'm glad I open my heart. I really do.

Amy

P.S. Rest in peace all my beloved cats in the past. Thank you so much for being a beautiful part of my life. =)