I can’t ignore a meow to arms.

My Errand Boy business might have called me away (all very hush hush, top secret, though I did see that @cloggie was publicly teasing about it), but now that I am back in my home country I can crack my knuckles and start furiously typing again. After all, this internet, uri playground, is ruled by cats.

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    Cats have been in my family longer than I have. @coffeeprince4eva ‘s cat posts have been particularly poignant for me with her pictures of her cats and child, because I was the child in my own family pictures. One of my earliest memories is of Mama, the black and orange tortoise shell cat with the short scurrying legs. (she was named Mama because when my dutiful parents took her to get vaccinated and spayed that first week the vet told them she was already pregnant) (she was called Socks on my aunt’s farm before she was gifted to us).

    Mama was a proud, regal woman, strong, silent, fiercely loyal and protective.

    Already a few years old and used to my family when I came along, she treated me like another kitten, groomed me, taught me how to treat cats (she did this low whining growl when I mis-pet her and this throaty deep purr when I got it right).

    Gosh, just writing this makes me miss her so much. Her actual meow was a short little mewl that she would use to let us know she was coming when she scurried home at night to our calls of “kitty kitty kitty” (there was this particular way of calling “here kitty kitty kitty” that my mother taught me that all of our cats would come to, and now that my own cats have been staying with my mom they have started responding to it instead of their names, darn cat whispering mother)

    If she was in a kdrama, she would be played by Kim Mi Kyung, and be the scary but loving unofficial Mama to the characters.

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