Bonjour ! Meow means Woof in Cat
some stuff ~ Four legs good. Two legs bad...Yes, cats again.
As soon as I found out that my new born kitten listened and came walking towards me when I called, I felt really happy. I didn't think that she/he would follow me like that, it felt like I was teaching a babies to walk towards me, and I think it was really cute. Normally I never expect the kitten to understand me for I know that their mother is not a smart cat, but when I see it for myself, I think I can make them smarter than they already are. 2 months has passed and somehow it feels like they understand what people are saying, even just a little for my kittens always sat on the floor every time my mother tells them not to sit on the bed. At first I was worried that they'll become stupid and poop everywhere, but it turns out that I worry over nothing.
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I remember when I first attend my training-camp for summer as a soldier on sweden. It was 3 a.m in the morning and a soft singing voice woke me up from my slumber, I was really tired but the voice grew louder and louder so I decided to go out and check out the outdoor, my colleagues were all sleeping so I went alone. I follow the source of the voice and ended up on a wide landscapes with a large lake, the moon was shining so bright so I can quite see what's in the darkness, and then I saw a woman, a really beautiful woman wearing a thin black dress with no shoes, I was wondering if she was freezing since I myself was freezing over here. She seems like she noticed my presence for she stopped her singing and gave her attention to me. Her eyes.... it was light blue and it shines brightly in the moonlight, maybe I was still half-asleep, but it seems like she's smiling brightly at me, and I don't know why. I asked her if she was okay and what was she doing in the middle of the forest and wearing a clothes like that, she just smiles and looked at the moon, then she spoke to me "Don't you think the moon is so beautiful tonight?". Her voice — was the most beautiful thing I've ever heard in my life, I think I might not understand what she was trying to say at me for I kept looking at her, stiffly, and I don't know why either. She keeps looking at the moon smiling, and so I awkwardly made my head turn to face the moon, and when I finally turn my eyes off of her, she said, "Let's meet again next time". I instantly turn my eyes to her but she's already gone. I return with a bunch of confused feelings, but still hoping to meet her again, but every time I came to the same spot, she never comes, and I always wonder with a dejected feeling, "When is the next time?"
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I used to have this little friend of mine who likes to sneak to the window into my room. It’s a kitten and i used to call it “ngewew” based on what it sounds like. It used to come past midnight and ended up sleeping with me until morning since it's pretty cold outside.
my mom used to tell me to close the window before i went to sleep, but sometimes i just couldn't do that because i didn't want to hear that kitten meowing behind the window asking me to let it in. it's just not in my nature to let that kitten freezing in the dark and it had no one to accompany it, i mean, that kitten is abandoned by its own mother, and it's just too small for me to ignore.
I used to buy a fish two times a week, I used to feed the kitten every morning and every evening, i didn't want to fed it too much because it'll become fat, even though i think fat cats are adorable, i still think that it's not healty for them to be too chubby.
The kitten used to hanging out around my room just to sit on my bed and watching me doing stuff with my laptop, when It wanted to be petted and I'm still busy with my laptop, It used to come near the laptop and stepped on the keyboard. It used to be cute at first, but it became annoying later on.
The kitten used to be clever, It can even open my room's door on its own, and It even woke me up at 4 A.M every morning just to asked me to open the front door to poop since the front door's always locked at night. But now that kitten is gone, someone killed it. The end.
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