I didn't like pets. I didn't hate them, I just didn't feel comfortable with them. But just how I avoid them, my sisters love them.
My sister, whose a cat lover, adopted a white, orange, and black colored cat. I was alone reading novels online when my younger sister opened my room's door holding that cat. I got mad and shouted at my sister, telling her to get that cat away from me. I just hate it when they disturb me while I'm reading. And that was the first time I saw that cat, which they named after my sister's favorite donut, Dunkin.
About half an hour after I saw that cat, I went out of my room and went to the veranda. Right there I found my sisters enjoying that cat. They were all smiling, saying how adorable the cat is. But when I tried to get closer to her, she ran away and acted so uncomfortable with me, so I did the same.
Later that afternoon, my sisters went out and instructed me to keep my eye on the cat, but the hell is it to take care of a lost cat. I called my younger sister and told her to take care of the cat while I just read at the living room. After two hours, I felt guilty and went to the veranda to check if the cat is fine, and my sister said the cat wants to go out, totally uncomfortable. So I told her to take the cat to our neighbor's cat, but suddenly Dunkin acted so scared. That was when I realized that she is a house cat.
Few months later, I got a little closer with Dunkin. I prepare her food, I take care of her when she's sick but of course, with my sister. Dunkin started to sit beside me while I read.
One day, my sister called me. She told me to take good care of her cat and let her sleep in my room. I was so confused. I asked her why and she said that she's going to work in the other city and because I am a fast learner, she's hoping I can take good care of the cat. So I took good care of her.
Dunkin and I got very close to each other. We always go to the veranda while I read novels and she's sitting beside me. I talk to her without thinking that people might think I am crazy. I don't even know if she understands me. I make her food, I bought cat food for her and I always play with her. She became my best friend. Totally, a best friend.
For the very first time in my life, I found someone to tell my feelings with. I grew up with a very strong personality. I don't cry when I know someone watches me. I cry at the comfort room, alone and then go out with a smile. But when Dunkin came, I told her my feelings, my insecurities, my thoughts. I just felt very comfortable with her to the point that I still talk to her even when she's sleeping.
There are times I fight with her, avoid her, scold her, but at the end of the day, I call her name, saying we should sleep.
The classes began and I always stay awake at night, reading my lessons. And she always stay with me at the study table, sleeping beside me.
She became my daily routine. I woke up earlier than ever because of her meows, probably telling me that she's hungry. I got her from her little hutch, which was placed at my room, then we go out of the room, together, to get her food. We stay at the veranda until the sun rises then we go to the dining room to prepare my family's breakfast. And then we stay at the study table to finish the lessons while she sleeps beside me. We eat lunch, then play at the afternoon, and then eat snacks, watch and read, and then prepare dinner. I, then, study at night while she sleeps beside me, or at the counter top. At midnight, I carry her to her hutch inside my room and then we sleep together. Her hobby is to sit on my lap, sleep on my lap and stay there for an hour or more.
How funny is it, right? The first time I saw her, I hate her. Then as days pass, we got closer that she became a part of me. We are always together.
One day, we find her weird, she cries all the time so we decided to contact my sister from the other city. She said the cat was in heat and she needs to be somewhere else. Dunkin was given to her real owner, the one where my sister adopted her from.
