Why do I have to love a cat?....

Recently, I have been quite angry at myself, over a cat.

I love cats, they are independent and smart, kinda creepy sometimes, but i like them.

A week ago, i ran into this very cute siberian cat, about 2 years old. I was parking the car, and she followed me home. I had to hide it from my landlord, so I kept her in my room for 2 days, she was happily staying by my bedside, and sometimes on my bed.

Of course, after 2 days, the landlord found out about the cat, they weren't too pleased at the time, but later accepted her, because she is very good with their dog.

Anyhow, I am happy she can finally be out in the open. She roamed around the neighbourhood, having tons of fun.

However, we become more distanted, she wouldn't respond to my calls, a meow or two at the most. I know cats are like that, but I thought given what we had, she should at least show a little affection sometimes. Maybe, she has forgotten about me! She is still young after all.

I got a little frustrated, that stupid cat, I thought to myself. Then, I thought, maybe it is my own problem, why do I need/care for her attention? Then, I got angry at myself, why do I have to love a cat? Given their independent nature, call-me-and-leave-a-message attitude. Why do I still love this cat?

(no cat was harmed during the production of this blog, but I cannot say the same about myself though...)