When wifey and I were still living in the villa located in Jumeirah last year, little did we know that we would meet our current housepet. See, I was never a fan of pets because I used to be asthmathic when I was just a little tot. But for years, Wifey had been wanting a pet but our residence didn't allow pets.
Anyhow, the villa we used to live in was big... huge even. It was occupied by around 150 people so the villa gates/entrance doors is kept open. There are around 5-10 stray cats, out of which 3-5 would come inside the villa meowing for attention/food. We saw this tiny thin cat, probably around 6 months old, and was normally bullied by the other big cats, hence a permanent scar in her nose. One day, this cat came up to our door, scared out of her wits, and wifey felt sorry for her. She decided to feed her, but the cat would only come if we kept distance.
This went on for a few weeks, and by then she had grew fond of us. One day, Allan brought a box (a bit bigger than a shoe box) which would eventually become her bed. She was now living in the common kitchen, but this was becoming a problem. Every night, she'd be up and about and would become hungry. She'd go through the trash and just make a mess out of everything.
That's when we started buying cat food (whiskas). It started for just a breakfast/dinner meals, but by then she stopped eating left over food. The cat had become spoilt, and was no longer thin and small. She's also known now as Ming-Ming. She knew that we had her back, so when the cat bullies came near the kitchen, she'd scratch them with her claws and would run back to us when being chased.
A few months ago, wifey and I went out, and when we came back, we saw poo on the kitchen floor. I first got upset because normally, she'd use to go to the garden, dig a hole for her dump and then come back up. I got the cleaning materials, while wifey had a look at the cat. She then saw that Ming-Ming had two big holes on her tummy which could only be bite marks. It was horrible, and blood didn't stop gushing down. She was so in pain because she wouldn't eat, move or play, and wouldn't even Meow.
We tried cleaning up the wound by putting disinfectant but Ming-ming gave a loud cry and ran under the sofa, not wanting to go out. That was probably the first time I felt sorry for her, and I spent probably the next few hours trying to get her to eat and drink. We took her to the vet the following day, and she stayed there for a week. That was now the first time where we had to spend so much on her, for the vet fees, medicine and accomodation. Her name changed from Ming-Ming to MiMi.
A week later, we returned her to the villa and oficially brought her inside the house. That was when she oficially became the house pet because we allowed her to sleep inside our room, and at night, she would snuggle in our bed for body warmth until she falls asleep. It took her about 2 weeks before she ventured outside the room, and a week more before she was able to go to the garden by herself.
Then, before moving to the appartment in the province, something weird happened to MiMi... It must be the time of month or year or whatever, but one fine night, she wouldn't stop meowing... And it was a different meow, like the loud meowing which was calling to the other cats... She also would not stop squirming when you stroke her back near her tail... Her head would go to the floor and she would shiver... Waitaminit! This looks vaguely familiar! That's right folks... The cat is horny! LOL. Why the need to mention this?
Because.
She.
Is.
Pregnant.
Sigh. So any day now, we're gonna have tiny kittens in the house, making noise in the middle of the night, and we would have to be extra careful not to step on them.
So before that happens... Here are a few pictures.
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