When I learned that she adopted a stray cat a couple of years ago, I gave my consent despite her asthma. As a child, I only took care of a dog I named Borgie. When he died of old age, I did not take in another dog or a pet for that matter. I still dream of having an aquarium with goldfishes in it, though. But that has to wait.
Zoe baptized the stray feline Muning. How original, I know. It's her cat and she has taken a great liking to the creature. She feeds her scrap from the dinning table and pets her head ever so gently. One time I heard her talking to the cat. When I looked, the cat was staring intently at her. This is another reason that made me like Muning apart from Zoe's fondness of her. She is a perceptive cat.
There are times when I would catch Muning waiting just outside the front door looking seriously at the house. Muning reminds me of Minerva McGonagal! It gives me the shivers every time Muning does that. But I would calm down and think, maybe Muning sees something we don't.
Sadly, we're leaving Muning behind. I tell her to guard the house and look out for seen and unseen elements. If we had a dog, I would fret. Dogs are loyal, yes. But you need take care of them and pay extra amount of attention. Cats, on the other hand are very independent. They can actually take care of themselves. They would linger if they find some reason to stay. And when the time comes when the reason to stay is no longer there, they move and wander away. Life goes on.
That arrangement is fine by me.
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