Hello Dear Steemians!
You already know if you following my blog that i was in an arguement with my beloved wife for adopting a cat. Well, this arguement was about two months ago. I am father of a cat for two months now. Or a son, make your own judgement.
Having an arguement with your wife is not a good idea. Especially when you realize that you are losing the case. You should have learn that women win every arguement with little magic touchs by now. I was well awared that case was lost, but i didn't really quit it. I thought i am not in a mood for a cat and i can't take that liability.
But i did. I am now.
My wife came into home one day. She was absolutely sorry.
I asked "What happened dear?"
She answered "Mother of kittens is lost. I think they are going to die from starving in two days..."
I asked "What about giving them to volunteers. I'm sure someone will want to adopt them"
She answered "7 of them already adopted. 1 is left and i can't find anyone"
I asked "Why not? Is it too ugly or cripple somehow?"
She answered "No, he is beautiful. Actully the most beautiful amongst them"
I was realise that she was actually spare that kitten to us but didn't brave enough to tell me. I take a deep breath, and tell her as being well awared of hypothecating my life's 10 years to that kitten, she can bring him home.
That was a lost case afterall. I didn't have a chance to win it.
We named him Arthur. Arthur the King! He was sized of my hand back then. Now passing my knee. Despite he gets longer, still acting childish and that makes me bind them more and more. I realised that i was in need of a smaller, childy thing in the house. I was in need of playing with it and after that struggles, fall asleep on the couch in each others arms.
Now, i'm longing him during my worktime. I can't wait until arrive home. When he jumps my lap after i open the door, i smile involuntarily and peace spreads all over my body.
I think Arthur is the master and i'm the pet. Because i don't think i can survive without him.
See you soon!
