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I find cats very interesting pets to me. The way they cuddle their furry bodies, heads and even tails to my legs. They exude a unique fascinating character and comfortable peculiarity of being an adorable pet.
I have this very interesting experience with a pet cat I loved few years back in a place where I used to live. Actually, this is a strayed cat from a neighbor. It is unusual to have a pet transferring from one house to another but this one I observed ever since I temporarily stayed in that neighborhood, this lovely cat with fine gray colored fur would actually jump on my open window and tuck snuggling herself beside me during night time when I am sound asleep.
I would sometimes wake up in the middle of the night patting her and whispering loving words to her, welcoming her to my side. I called her my girlfriend’s name Joanna because I imagine she would be there sleeping with me and watching over me that reminds me of my sweet memories with my girlfriend when we have our intimate moments together cuddling and embracing each other.
This cat is very gorgeous and lovely because she seems to be sweet and cuddly. She would always follow me wherever I go and snuggle its mushy fur on my skin. This pussy cat displays a character of an extremely loving type which I do not find in any other cats I had.
But one day I was moving out of the place for this was just a temporary stay, I was looking for her thinking I could bring her with me but I thought it is very impossible because somebody really own this adorable cat.
So, I was just peeping on my window to look after her and just bid my last goodbye at least. As I was packing up my things and carry my luggage to the truck, I was still looking behind with my eyes searching all over the place hoping I might catch a glance and give her my last hug.
But to my dismay I get on the car and driving away from that place lonesome just reminiscing the happy memories I’ve had with her. While I was driving my way out of the neighborhood, I heard the person at the back seat of my truck, shouting and yelling at me at the top of his voice, “The cat! The cat! She’s following us and running after the truck!”
My eyes were filled with tears and overflowing my cheeks because I can feel the sadness and the longing of that cat struggling her way out running desperately after me where I will be heading. I cannot stop and look back or pick her up because she is not really mine and she belongs to someone else.