Tuesday morning, I walked in my office just like any other ordinary day. "Benny, you're here so early! How come?" I questioned her, only to find out that she was there with a mini white colored cat with blue eyes. Apparently, it's a gift for our boss who happens to be fond with cats! From naming him Kaka, Vodka, Kiki, to Simba, we ended up calling him, "Khun Cat."
Khun Cat, of course wonders, "Where the hell am I? Who is this Swedish dude holding me?" and wam he jumps off and hid himself in the tray, sticking his long nails to the papers refusing to come out.
I am not a cat person, to be honest, they are like this mysterious species, you never know what's behind those eyes or when they are going to scratch you, 'roar' at you, it's plain freaky! But ok, since Khun Cat is here to stay, I had no choice but to associate with him, so much that I am now smelling like a cat.
Even my pashmina scarfs smells like a cat! Khun Cat, you're very unpredictable, the way you roar and bounce off my lap over the noise of a vacuum machine, you freaked me out a little, but anyway, I can't go on smelling like a cat!
So here I am, finding a cure to this smell, and fine the cat is kind of cute, not much just a little bit, when he's not around me that is! |
