My sister and her husband used to have more than twenty (20) cats in their house. 20 little and not-so-little creatures ruling the house as if they're the owners. 🤨
I've never liked cats to begin with and I remember how I hated visiting their house. I hate the smell of their urine and feces; the smell was awful and too difficult to completely get rid off. And they're all over the house! They let go of the cats about seven (7) years ago when my nephew was born; sadly, he was allergic to several things including cats.
Recently, I came home and this naughty cat who hides in his charming look kept on coming inside our house as if he's been invited. Later on, I learned from Ma that he's our neighbor's but then he decided he'll change his address. Now, he's casually residing in our house and Ma even gave him the name,Diego.
The problem with Diego is he's very needy; he's love language is undeniably physical touch. He'll keep on following the people in the house until Ma or Pa starts shouting:
"Diego, stop following me!”
"Diego, stop scratching my pants!"
He's like a little kid each time he's reprimanded. 🤣
At night, he'll scare the hell out of me when he'll suddenly appear in my side and rub his head or face in my back or my legs. There was one time when he kept doing it that I had difficulty falling asleep; he was evicted for the night! Haha! He's like a little kid wanting all attention in the world. 😅
Today, we've learned to welcome him despite his naughtiness. He fills the house with joy! 🥰
This is my entry for this week's Deranged Photography contest under Pro Tier. ☺️