Zizi

I got a cat 3.5 years ago. We call her Becky. She was not my first cat. In fact she was the third. Don’t get me wrong, my two first cats are still alive and I love them both, but somehow I think Becky has a stronger connection to me than the other two. She tend to sleep next to me more often than next to my sister back when we still share one bedroom together in our hometown. She would somehow know when I’m working on my music, so when I take my midi controller and my guitar on to the bed, she would be curious enough to also get on the bed just to sleep next to me while I’m thinking of melodies. But people tend to frown upon the fact that I talk to my cat like I talk to a baby. Duh, the cat probably can’t understand shit, but I feel like deep down she does. But one day, I was sleeping and saw Becky sleeping right next to me, on my bed, taking 50% of the space on my bed. And I just hugged her and went back to sleep. But when I woke up the next morning, I thought about how I hugged her last night and I figured I’m probably feeling too attached to my cat ‘cus I’m so lonely and I need a boyfriend.