Other things I wrote on my old notebook included stuff about cats. I find it so amusing that just weeks before I found Lucky I was actually fretting about not being able to adopt another stray cat, which I believe grew up to be ChuChu. He was eventually taken in by the neighbor and I still got to see him grow up and he even became Lucky’s playmate.
But I am not so sure though whether that stray cat I wish I could’ve adopted was ChuChu. It’s a little quite unbelievable for me since in such a short span of time, ChuChu grew up so fast and to be such a big cat! I swear though, the neighbors did adopt that stray cat. Okay. I am so confused. Ughh. Nevermind. :))
Anyway, here was my first entry about that stray cat (ChuChu), I wanted to adopt.
"I wish I could take care or adopt the stray kitty. He/She meows a lot at night and I feel like he/she is calling out to me to get him/her. But dad doesn’t want me to, even to feed him/her. :|
The kitty’s so beautiful. It has dark yellow and black markings. It’s so small but really naughty. It’s a good thing he/she keeps coming back. I hope he/she stays for a long time, until the time I am able to adopt him/her for I so dearly want to. I wonder if I can bring him/or her to S——-’s house or to someone who I know loves cats…” 08/29/13
And then just around September, before I went to our Retreat at Calaruega, I found Lucky and his siblings just outside our apartment. Of course, I just left them there since I was off somewhere but when I came back from our Retreat, the two other kittens were gone and there was this little black and white kitten left behind.
He was so small and meowed constantly. I remember using one of the hammies’ cage as a makeshift bed for him. I put him inside and panicked. Asking my cat-expert cousins how to deal. And then my mom got angry because I was caging the little cat.
I then decided to just put him back outside. Keeping the cage there, putting my yellow “Baguio-blanket” inside so he has a soft and warm bed. I also covered almost the whole cage with a blanket, so that he would not get cold while he slept inside the cage. I remember I started feeding it outside but he still continued meowing, even after he already ate.
It went on like that for a few more days maybe even a week. I can distinctly remember that one day though, when this little kitty cat started circling my feet and he would nudge his head onto my ankles or whichever part of me he could reach.
I can’t remember when exactly or what prompted the change but Lucky started going inside my room. And I started feeding him there. I had such a hard time hiding him from my dad for apparently, when I was away at school, he would always go inside the house when my Dad opened the front door, and start meowing in front of my bedroom door. So cuuute.
Anyway, I was like a new mommy. I didn’t know how to carry him around exactly. Or what to feed him. But he started sleeping on my bed. Peeing inside my room. But thank gawd, he would always poo outside. Although there were a couple of times he ended up pooing inside ‘cause I forgot to keep the windows open, and he couldn’t go outside.
I had trouble when my mom was due to come here and she would be staying in our house, in my room. So I had to “train” Lucky to stay outside at night but to no avail. It’s a good thing though that my mom was apparently quite used to cats since they have a persian cat, Zany at home.
She still wanted Lucky out though. ‘Cause Lucky was so makulit. My mom described him to be not like other cats and that he was like a dog. With Lucky forcing himself inside my barely open bedroom window at night, running towards me when I came home…
It was when my mom came home that I discovered that I was feeding Lucky wrong. I had him on Princess treats then ‘cause it was cheap, but mom taught me to feed Lucky, the way they feed their fancy cat Zany, with Chicken Liver.
Dad was such a KJ though, threatening to kill Lucky every time he saw him. Always blaming everything on Lucky. And even banned me from cooking Chicken Liver for him since it was a waste of electricity or gas. We would always get into fights involving Lucky but I always defended my little kitty cat.
I haven’t been all good to Lucky though. There was one time I discovered that I could actually crochet a cat leash. I so badly wanted to walk Lucky, as he always just stayed inside my room or the house and inside the apartment place.
So I crocheted one and forced him to wear it. We spent a number of hours battling over getting him into the leash. I had little success. And eventually gave up but with having Lucky go through that horrible experience.
There were also some incidences throwing him out the window when he peed inside my room or got too naughty, but I learned that cats always land on their feet. And when in the morning, he would be biting my toe, I tended to kick him aside but he would almost, always be able to leave just in time. There were also times when he would sleep beside me and I would roll over him, not knowing he was there. Hihi!
Lucky is so precious to me. Crazy as it may seem, he kept me sane when I I felt like I was all alone in everything. If anything, he helped me to stay grounded to the present. I love taking “cat breaks” from studying or when I am on my computer. I love putting him inside my “cat bundles”, where he would always be able to squirm his way out.
I would even take Lucky into walks when I went somewhere nearby, to the store, to my aunt’s…Once, I took him with me to Mini Stop because it was in the middle of the night and I thought Lucky would be able to protect me. I took a bath before going out and when we reached Mini Stop, the sounds or whatever must have freaked him out and he ended up peeing all over me. @_@
There is this Neil Gaiman short story which involved some cat protecting them from a demon at night. Now every night there is this orange tabby cat, I call “Satan” because I see him as the demon in the short story. He would always visit here and attack Lucky. I would hear really scary hissing sounds and thought it came from the tabby, but I eventually learnt that it was actually Lucky, protecting me. <3
I remember there was also some confusion about Lucky’s gender. I first thought he was male. Then my cousin said he was actually a she. And then my cousins again confirmed that she was actually a he. It was so funny because I always announced his “gender transformation” on Facebook and with my mom, dad and sisters. :))
And his name? Ohh! I had some qualms naming him Lucky because it made me think of Luis Manzano but it holds true, his name. I named him “Lucky” because I felt like he brought me so much good luck when things were going all wrong at that time.
In all of this, I always knew I would have to leave Lucky behind for some time. I am so very thankful that my cousins were kind enough to take care of Lucky while I stay in India. I know he is in good and loving hands. I just hope that he would still be my baby Lucky when I come back. :’)
There was this time, early on when I was already feeling the loneliness of being away from Lucky and I wrote this:
"I love you Lucky as you sit beside me, loneliness comes creeping in because I know that one day you will no longer be able to recognize me. But in my heart, there is some joy, in knowing that in your time of need, I had the strength to take you in and feed you. I wish, oh how I wish I can remember those times exactly as they were. How you and your siblings were meowing outside my window and that one day when I finally had the sense to check it out…I found you. There were three of you. I can’t remember exactly but there was one of you who found it so easy to approach me…I imagine it was you. It might’ve been. I’m not so sure.
I love you Lucky! I remember how it felt when I first got you! I was a nervous wreck. You were so tiny and I had no idea how to take care of you. And now you’ve grown up so fast. I had always anticipated how you would look when you’re grown but now I am wishing I can remember how you were when you were young.” 01/17/14
But now I do remember. Lucky has this sister (we presume, because they so look alike) and she had kittens. The other one I had a family friend adopt but the other makulit one is now staying with me. And it’s like a flashback of how Lucky was when he was little. So makulit. So noisy. So small. Although he has a long straight tail, unlike Lucky whose tail is curled on the end. I have to try my best to stop comparing him to Lucky.
I named him Phantom, because one side of his face has dark markings and the other side is almost all white.
Phantom sleeps on my bed now. I even gave him a bath yesterday. He had lots of ticks and fleas. I still feed him outside though. Since there is this dark grey feral cat that stays outside that also needs feeding. But I don’t know what will happen to Phantom when I leave. Maybe Dad will take care of him. I am hoping I will be able to find someone who is going to adopt him.
I see so many stray cats everywhere I go. And I SRSLY wish I can adopt them all. Ohh cats, I thought I was a dog lover, or a hammy lover but cats are the ones who have truly captured my heart. <3