[37] 20 years with cats
Every 2 days, I will clean up litter boxes at the back of my house. My cats roaming around the porch, sleeping in the roof and outdoor racks. I have been thinking about the first memory I have with cats, when I was 7. My old neighbor fed a stray cat with its kittens. One day, they went to a vacation or something and asked my parents to feed the cat. I was gleefully be in charge. I called it Moko. She was very affectionate. She has a slender build, kinda like Abyssinian cat and long straight tail. Gradually she followed me back home and unofficially became my first cat.
The kittens grew up and played around the neighborhood. When I was 12, I begged my dad for a long haired cat. We foster two male cats, medium fur, pure black and a siamese. We called it Max and Leo. Both cats lived with us for almost 10 years before passed away and had a few generations of cats that we continue to care for. We just never ran out of cats.
It was interesting to look back at how uneventful my life was without seeing these feline. I used to visit my aunt and she has a scaredy cats. It didn't appear that way in front of me. (Aunt: you're a cat whisperer). Having pets is never a big deal for me. I lived in much suburban area with a lot of space for the feline to roam around. Might be a different situation if I live in an apartment or something. It will be weird if I, one day, never see those feline in the backyard again.
I have 12 cats now,
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