There was this time I went to school seeing somebody bring her cat along with her, it was orange and Bondyang was alive and black-furred at the time. My father said that Bondyang’s got mixed Filipino blood or something, as she’s part Persian, part Siamese and had a habit of pooping on the table, was smelly and lazed around a lot.
She was limp whenever I hold her, I cried when she died even though my brother Luc didn’t like her and hit her whenever I got so affectionate with her. Then I got Cinnamon, who I treated her as a second Bondyang, Papa called her Twondyang and she left. Then we got kittens, then they died and I put one of them in a box when I got mad.
Then it died, we subsequently got four or five cats, a few died. Oreo was the the cat who survived or lived with us the longest from 2006 (for a while in 2010 he was the only cat around) to 2016 when he died, along with Orange who died in 2017, Pepper died in 2018 (she’s the one who pushed the pink plastic out of the table with her head and ate flowers) and Bula died, so I felt bad about losing them in hindsight.
For a long while in 2019, we had cats like Stinky, Pipo and Ai-Ai as well as three dogs like Snoopy, Marcie and Bighead. We only have two cats and two dogs now, the other left to live in other houses and one went limp.
We lost many dogs this year, so we’re with these two that Pascale’s affectionate with calling them cute, cheesecake and frog (one got called lizard by my brother), I feed one of them with bread and crackers.
As for the cats Stinky used to be in the habit of coming to our torsos, scratching, nedding and purring but now he’s in another house with another owner and Pipo was called Luc’s little brother. We got them as a kitten with Stinky’s late sister Tweety, both of them are black and white though I miss Tweety and I feel bad for losing her to distemper where she got checked to the vet.
And I miss having Stinky around, but I made a mistake and he left.