Her skin was like tiger. She was with me for around 8 years. During 8 years, she always with me.
When I called her Mimi, she would show up in front of me no matter where she was and I remember she came knocking at my window to wake me up in the morning. One time she slept under my feet all night, we both felt warm and calm.
We played hide and seek and maybe you don’t believe it, but in the night I turned off the light and hid somewhere, she would come and jump very high, then I ran, and she ran after me. I have a lot of nice memories with her.
When she got sick I prayed to God to give her some time from my life so she could continue live. But it didn’t help and after she passed away I didn’t raise any cat anymore. I know myself, I am the person who will put lots of feelings on someone, person or animal. Many times when I see a cat on the street I wave to them or even give them a hug. But I know, I can not get a new cat, I still haven’t forgotten the feelings when Mimi left me.
For me, cat or horse, they are like any family member. If I take them, then I have the responsibilty to take good care of them, make sure they are happy. so if I think I can’t make their life good, then I will say no.
(The cat in the picture is not mine, I am sorry to say I have no photo of my cat)