Come with me, my Love to the sea, the sea of love

The cat is out of the bag. Well, the cat has been revealed to one person, and it is turning into a wonderful thing. That person really likes this cat and they told us they would love to help this cat out in any way possible. I am afraid of this cat. It's a little intimidating and it makes me nervous when I am around it, but the fact that this person is so willing to help us out with this feline comforts me a little and makes me a little more at ease around this cat, knowing there are two more people to ask questions and speak with about taking care of this animal.

Now, I never wanted an Indian cat. I don't even like cats actually, but this cat is different. This cat is growing on me and is quite endearing. This cat has been around for a long time. Ever since I first came to India I noticed this cat, but we both simply did not pay any attention to each other. In fact there was this other animal that took all my attention. A very cute dog who loved to play the same games as me and reminded me of home. However, I think the dog lost interest and I was quite depressed for awhile. I longed to play with the dog again and care for it, but this dog just wouldn't have it.

One day a friend came to me with a bag and told me to look inside, but I couldn't tell anyone what I saw. So I opened this bag and there was that familiar cat that has always been there from the very beginning, but never paid any attention to me, and I left it alone as well. Suddenly this cat wanted to be a big part of my life and I thought so hard about this cat. I prayed about this cat. I prayed for the cat even. I even told my mother about the cat! I remember when I first came to this country I specifically told myself and everyone around me that I would never play with cats. Never. I have always been drawn to dogs, and dogs were so nice and more independent than cats. Cats were too needy and you have to clean up after them, plus they shed a lot and there are tiny pieces of them all over the house, your clothes, even in your mouth sometimes. Darn cats.

I am afraid the same thing will happen with this cat as with all the other dogs. For some reason I am still in the dog mind-set even though this is clearly not a dog. Because of this I am nervous, scared, and quiet. But also, because this is a cat, I have been more open, real, and raw.

My only hope is that this feline survives longer than three months. I really do. The dogs have only stuck around for short lengths of time. I hear cats live longer than dogs. I hope the rumor is true.