Hearing only the ticking of the clock across the room made my head just spin with boredom. Three long hours have passed since midnight yet I am still wide awake. I put on my earphones and turned up the volume to maximum. Usual stuff ran across my mind. Skipping songs until I find what I wanted to hear, checking for goodnight text messages every now and then – I was far from being asleep. And then, I heard something. I quickly pulled the earphones out to hear clearly. A familiar sound. I got up and searched for a flashlight. I peeked out the window. It was Neggy.
Neggy is my cat. He is a one year old mongrel. I had him since he was a kitten. I have always adored cats. But Neggy was an exception. I have a very strong attachment to this cat. One loud call is what it takes and he’ll come running to me. He sleeps beside me all the time, wakes me up, goes to the shower with me and licks and bites my toes, among other things. One night last week, he ran away. When he didn’t come home that night, I was hysterically uneasy. Neggy isn’t the outdoor type of cat. I doubt that he ever spent a night outside the house. I waited, day after day. Night after night. I couldn’t sleep. I cried. There were times when I just stood by the door and kept shouting his name despite knowing he isn’t gonna come home. Then, I just stopped waiting. I realized I shouldn’t be mourning over a lost cat. I realized how weak I am. Everybody loses something, someone even, at some point. It simply is just the way life goes. I guess this is one of the many things I can’t handle yet, even as an adult. This kind of life always leaves me surprised to what I’m facing; mostly with things I have absolutely no idea how to manage. What will life bring me next? I don’t know. All I know is that I have a black cat waiting for me in my room. At least for now.
This is a retrieved post. Reposted: 17 Mar 2012