In 1996 while still living in Olongapo City in a rental house, we would go to my wife’s parents house in Roosevelt Bataan (Where we live now, but down the road) every Sunday when I was home between ship assignments. One such Sunday our girls YoHanna and Ymir Thea asked me if they could bring home one of the kittens that their Grandmother’s cat had had 8 or 9 weeks before. Being a “Dog Guy” and not very fond of cats I smiled and replied; “Hell no!”
Seeing the hurt look in their eyes, I relented and said it was Okay, if their mother agreed. Of course she did. But the kitten was female and I wanted it taken to the Vet, for shots and to be fixed, as I had no desire to populate Olongapo with more cats in the near future. This was a major error, for had I left the cat be, it would have wandered off never to be seen again. But a cat that has been fixed really has no reason or strong desire to go or do anything. Well, there is that eating and sleeping thing they do.
On my next trip to the Philippines, the cat had grown, and the girls lavished it with love and care, as I was walking through the dining room on my first day home it leapt out with no provoking by me and attacked my bare foot with such force it brought me to my knees in pain. What the heck had just happened? It was an unprovoked attack, as I’d never been near the Gato (The cat spoke Spanish) once in its life. As time passed it was noted that the Pussa had an unexplained hatred for all humans of the male spices. Females were all given a pass, and were unmolested by the Devil Cat.
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A truce was later formed between me and said feline, as during a subsequent attack, it learned the absolute power of the human foot, they do land on their feet by the way.
Years have passed, the two girls had grown and moved out, YoHanna got married, and Ymir Thea moved to Singapore. Oh the cat, was still alive, tipping the scales at thirty pounds and still was processed by demons from the lower regions of Valhalla. And yes it still lived with me. I asked YoHanna if she would like to take the cat with her to her new living quarters. I received a resounding “NO” as the cat also had no use for her new husband Chrisanto whereas I felt the same way until I found out what a great guy he is. The first time I was wrong about a son-in-law. I’ve mellowed!
Time marched forward, the cat and I both grew older, but we both still held each other with a great deal of suspicion and I dare say, “A tad of hatred!”
Wait a minute, I’m retired now, these are supposed to be my golden years and I’m now required to share my domicile with an old fat lazy cat that wants me dead? Even my dogs will give the feline a wide berth to it when she’s around.
Last May when Cecil and Ymir Thea came to live here, and to wait for Jayden Logan to be born, Ymir and the cat instantly re-bonded, Cecil exclaimed; “I like cats!” I smiled and thought to myself, “Not for long you won’t.” Then he made the mistake of trying to pet the cat and was rewarded with a five inch set of claw marks down his right arm. They didn’t bond well. I took my new son-in-law aside and explained the power of the foot, but warned him to never use that special power within eyesight of the ladies. As that would not bode well for him, as I had learned those many years ago.
So the cat named Narning is now 16 years old, she moves a lot slower now and by the way, so do I, but the truce is still holding between us, it’s been 14 years since the last attack and the score remains tied 1-1, and now we’ve come to understand that neither of us is going away anytime soon. I had no idea that a cat could out live humans, or maybe it’s only this one, who I know as “the Devils Spawn.” I’ve tried to get her to fall asleep in the backyard close to the fast growing vines I wrote about last week, she might be old, but she ain’t dumb! I wonder if the cat can inherit the house when Mayang and I are gone?