My heart is brimming with contentment as I think about my adorable feline friend, Haru. He has brought so much joy and laughter into my life, and every moment with him is a precious memory in the making.
The day Haru first came into my home was quite an eventful one. He looked at everything around him with suspicion, as if the world was a rather unfriendly place. His little eyes darted around, taking in every new sight with caution. That evening, when I returned home from work, I couldn’t find him anywhere. I was on the verge of giving up, thinking he might have run away. But lo and behold, there he was, perched in a place I never expected. How he managed to get up there was a mystery. Maybe his cuteness in kittenhood gave him the power of flight!
Haru has a penchant for climbing high places and has an odd fascination with plants. He just couldn’t stand the idea of plants being cooped up in their pots. As a result, he has shattered countless flowerpots in his attempts to “liberate” them. His antics are both exasperating and endearing. Among his toys, a small red fish holds a special place. I, being the somewhat childish owner, often create elaborate stories for Haru and his fish companion. If the fish were sentient, it probably would have committed suicide by now, considering the wild tales I spin. But Haru has long since become accustomed to my strange ways.
The first time I dressed Haru up, his eyes were filled with resentment. His expression clearly said, “Enough of this nonsense!” I quickly realized my mistake and promised never to put him through such an ordeal again. He has a particular fondness for a certain bowl. It’s as if that bowl is his most treasured possession. However, when it comes to my work or study, Haru can be a bit of a hindrance. He loves to insert himself right in the middle of whatever I’m doing, as if to say, “Pay attention to me!”
He has a knack for looking like a little kangaroo sometimes, with his unique postures. Whenever we go out, people often mistake him for a dog and ask, “What breed is this puppy?” It’s quite amusing. In his younger days, he was constantly being played with in various ways. His annoyed expressions were a clear indication that he wasn’t too thrilled about it. He also has a habit of looking at himself in the mirror, as if admiring his own beauty. When he was a kitten, he was irresistibly cute. His tiny paws, soft fur, and big, innocent eyes melted my heart. But as the years passed, he transformed into what could only be described as an “oily uncle.” The once – smooth fur now has a bit of a rough texture, and his face has lost some of its youthful charm. Time truly flies!
Recently, Haru became a father, which is an exciting new chapter in his life. Even so, he still has his endearing little habits. When he sleeps, he can’t help but hold my finger with his tiny paw. It’s a simple yet heartwarming gesture that shows just how much he trusts and depends on me. He still comes to me, nuzzling and meowing, seeking my attention and affection.
No matter how black he may be, and no matter how many “mischievous deeds” he commits, my love for Haru only grows deeper. He is not just a pet; he is an integral part of my life, and I look forward to sharing many more adventures with him, watching him grow and change, and creating even more beautiful memories together.
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