But oh.. we sure miss that little bundle. We took Mylo in as a little kitten May last year when she was only 3 months old. A frail tiny fella, curious abt the dangerous world she lived in, brave enough to stay in the little cardboard box we rescued her in, unlike her sisters and brothers who made a dash and leapt out of the box before we reached the car. We named this little bundle Mylo cos we found her at our favourite mamak place, whilst having our favourite Milo Ice Kau-Kau. =)
From the start, Mylo was evidently pampered. She had her own poo tray, her basket to sleep in, yummy food, and baby milk powder, and was basically the princess in the house within weeks of staying with us. In fact, whatever toys she took a liking to, was hers after a lick. Neither YY nor I were cat lovers, so imagine the shock on our family and friends' faces when we told them we've adopted a kitten!
The 6 months she stayed with us, she won our hearts with her "manja" 2 minute i-will-trail-you-wherever-you-go behaviour and her sharp hunting skills, she often displayed her trophies of lizards and spiders and even a 3 inch long centipede. For 2 short minutes upon seeing us, she would treat us like we're the favourite people in her life, and then she'd leave us on our own for the rest of the day.
When we first let her roam (after she was fully toilet trained) she used to come up to our rooms at 6am in the morning to mew and wake us up for her food. We soon had to keep her in the kitchen for the night. But nonetheless the entire house was her territory throughout the day when we were at work. She'd frequently sleep in our master room (that girl had good taste for the coolest and cosiest spots) and when i was expecting, she often joined me for my long afternoon naps.
Mum was her 3rd favourite person. Yup, you heard it right, mum - who was a non-animal lover also took to this little fella who could recognise both mum's voice and mum's car sound. So she'd sit at the top of my sofa and purr when she sees mum coming through the front gate and wait for her behind the door.
We're glad Mylo's now safe and sound and well taken care of by her new adopted family. In fact, she now looks like a Garfield. =) But we miss her especially in the first few weeks, we'd wish to see her sitting by the top of the sofa to greet us, or behind the door waiting for us, or her famous puss-in-boots eyes cum shake her bum-bum stance and also her hide-and-seek & pounce-on-you & hug-ur-leg stance when we come down the stairs in the morning. I miss seeing YY hold Mylo and do the Boom-Boom dance whilst i was the in the kitchen. It was heartwarming in a way.
We're often thankful for the experience of taking care of Mylo. In a small way, i think it kinda prepared us for parenthood. To have something so fragile depend on you for food, for shelter, for protection, etc.
It's funny how a strand of fur can trigger such memories..
Pics Clockwise:
1st collage: The early days of Mylo from her 2nd day with us, to her getting her first bell collar, see how big it was around her, and the puss-in-boots eyes before the pounce. =)
2nd collage: Hiding out in my camera bag, her sleeping positions 1 & 2, looking out the window for her boyfriend whom i had disapproved of, sleeping comfortably with me and getting a nice cuddly massage. =)
