I've been wanting to post about my pets in this blog, but I didn't had the chance to compose until today...
Gracie, or Grace, is not really my cat. She belongs to my fiance's sisters. She was first seen around a family friend's house until Ruby and Mae decided to adopt her. Since then, she became a part of the family (parang ako, hehe!)
I really didn't get to know her much until my fiance's family took a month-long vacation and Grace needs to stay with me so I can watch over her. At first, animals aren't really my thing. I grew up in a household that never had pets of any kind. I never knew how to handle furry friends. But, this cat made an animal lover out of me. I consider her to be sweet and intelligent... When I get home, she's waiting by the door, and once I approach her, she'll roll over the floor and waits for me to scratch her belly and shower her with attention. She never makes a mess in my apartment. She does her business in her litter box and never plays with any of my stuff. She meows and approaches when you call her name. She comes to you when she's interested in what you're doing. She follows me around the apartment, just sitting there and watch me cook, clean, etc... She lets me know when she wants to go to the porch, and when I let her out, she just sits on a corner watching the trees outside. When she's satisfied, she goes back inside and meows, and that's my cue to close the door. She never liked expensive cat toys. All you need is a crumpled piece of paper to keep her amused. She likes to curl up on my feet whenever I lay on the couch. When I go to bed, she sleeps behind my headboard, close to the window. She also wakes me up every morning by meowing aloud beside my bed until I get up. Once I step out of the bedroom, she runs to the kitchen and waits for me to give her breakfast. Almost human huh? The only time I see her wild side is when she likes to make her own little hunting game. When she wants to play with any object, she would at first keep her distance, crouches like a mini-panther, then wiggles her butt until she dashes for her prey.
Ever since her vacation in my apartment, I sometimes "borrow" her to keep me company. Except now that I had a new puppy, she became jealous of him and kept her distance from him. It's funny to see a big cat running away from a 6-inch high dog... Now, she's back home with her "parents". But, I still miss her sometimes! Everytime I visit their house, she still knows me. :)