My roomie's cat - Boots
Boots is my roomie's cat. He looks very alike or even more handsome than the cat starring in the movie Puss in Boots, but he doesn't in fact have a pair of boots to wear. Actually, his master was once my roomie's daughter; however, it is young people's nature that they tend not to have long-lasting passion, as a result of which my roomie had no choice but to take on the responsibility of raising the cat.
Now, the cat is sitting on the windowsill, conceited, solitary, and dazed, with a far-away look in the eyes. But don't be deceived by this quiet appearance. A cat's personality is very elusive, especially if the cat is male and when it is spring. Just now, Boots scared everyone living in the room, and even our dear Pakistan neighbour. It was my fault that I left the door open when I went downstair to dump garbage, and this gave the cat a chance to sneak out of our apartment. Before I granted him a chance, my roomie had never allowed him to go outside. It was not until I saw Boots' crazy behaviors in the outside did I understand my roomie's reasons behind.
The cat is usually very tame inside our apartment, though his life looks so boring that he almost spends eighty percent of the waking hours playing with his sex toy - as a result of not being vasectomized -or eating or even just enjoying the state of daze. When he gets hungry, he will become a little bit naughty. His signal of hunger often starts with a series of light knocks on your door; if you ignore this, he will make bigger and more annoying noises, until he exhausts himself by desperate cries. Of course, you will get annoyed, but you cannot feel more guilty when you don't feed a starving cat who has nothing to eat and can only ease the pain by chewing plastic bags. After you satisfy his appetite, however, the cat can be the most coquettish creature as it willfully brushes against your legs, soft and meek. If a girl knows the cats' tricks, she must be very captivating and can make a man unable to reject her.
Nonetheless, the cat can turn into a madly fierce creature when he runs outside. The outside world could arouse an animal's primitive instinct and its wild nature. Even if the world was very strange to the cat, he was still unlikely to forget where he originally came from, where he belonged to. Thanks to the tornado-alike weather, the cat was daunted in front of this seemingly unfriendly world, not courageous enough to run farther away from our house. In fact, when we found him, he tucked his feet under the body, humped up his back, and crouched against the wall in terror; when we got closer to him, he became so upset that he kept making screaming noises, which sounded really sad and desperate; when my roomie tried to use broom to drive the cat into the house, he suddenly went crazy and tended to attack anyone nearby aggressively with its long-nailed claws. I had never seen such extremely offensive state of the cat before, and his insanity also frightened my unfortunate and unprepared Pakistan neighbor, who ran to avoid the cat and even lost his shoe.
However, humans are mightier beings after all, and we finally successfully caught Boots back home, a home where the creature may not mentally belong to. As he looked into the distance from the windowsill like a thinker, I was observing him as well. Believe it or not, somewhat a wierd sense of empathy was generated from my inside body. At that moment, I respect the cat because of the pride he wears. Though sometimes he has to behave complaisantly to humans for food, he doesn't sell his heart to humans. Under this cold pride is his strong curiosity at the world and desire of conquering it. However, he might have realized his impuissance toward it.
Live reliant upon different beings. Have no access to the outside world. No life is more pathetic than that. However, he still looks like a sad princess, an innocent prisoner. He has nothing else to protect his uniqueness and pride but dignity, though intrinsically he is that vulnerable.
Buddy, don't you think we share some similarity with him to some extent?
Now, the cat is sitting on the windowsill, conceited, solitary, and dazed, with a far-away look in the eyes. But don't be deceived by this quiet appearance. A cat's personality is very elusive, especially if the cat is male and when it is spring. Just now, Boots scared everyone living in the room, and even our dear Pakistan neighbour. It was my fault that I left the door open when I went downstair to dump garbage, and this gave the cat a chance to sneak out of our apartment. Before I granted him a chance, my roomie had never allowed him to go outside. It was not until I saw Boots' crazy behaviors in the outside did I understand my roomie's reasons behind.
The cat is usually very tame inside our apartment, though his life looks so boring that he almost spends eighty percent of the waking hours playing with his sex toy - as a result of not being vasectomized -or eating or even just enjoying the state of daze. When he gets hungry, he will become a little bit naughty. His signal of hunger often starts with a series of light knocks on your door; if you ignore this, he will make bigger and more annoying noises, until he exhausts himself by desperate cries. Of course, you will get annoyed, but you cannot feel more guilty when you don't feed a starving cat who has nothing to eat and can only ease the pain by chewing plastic bags. After you satisfy his appetite, however, the cat can be the most coquettish creature as it willfully brushes against your legs, soft and meek. If a girl knows the cats' tricks, she must be very captivating and can make a man unable to reject her.
Nonetheless, the cat can turn into a madly fierce creature when he runs outside. The outside world could arouse an animal's primitive instinct and its wild nature. Even if the world was very strange to the cat, he was still unlikely to forget where he originally came from, where he belonged to. Thanks to the tornado-alike weather, the cat was daunted in front of this seemingly unfriendly world, not courageous enough to run farther away from our house. In fact, when we found him, he tucked his feet under the body, humped up his back, and crouched against the wall in terror; when we got closer to him, he became so upset that he kept making screaming noises, which sounded really sad and desperate; when my roomie tried to use broom to drive the cat into the house, he suddenly went crazy and tended to attack anyone nearby aggressively with its long-nailed claws. I had never seen such extremely offensive state of the cat before, and his insanity also frightened my unfortunate and unprepared Pakistan neighbor, who ran to avoid the cat and even lost his shoe.
However, humans are mightier beings after all, and we finally successfully caught Boots back home, a home where the creature may not mentally belong to. As he looked into the distance from the windowsill like a thinker, I was observing him as well. Believe it or not, somewhat a wierd sense of empathy was generated from my inside body. At that moment, I respect the cat because of the pride he wears. Though sometimes he has to behave complaisantly to humans for food, he doesn't sell his heart to humans. Under this cold pride is his strong curiosity at the world and desire of conquering it. However, he might have realized his impuissance toward it.
Live reliant upon different beings. Have no access to the outside world. No life is more pathetic than that. However, he still looks like a sad princess, an innocent prisoner. He has nothing else to protect his uniqueness and pride but dignity, though intrinsically he is that vulnerable.
Buddy, don't you think we share some similarity with him to some extent?
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