Don't Be Catty!: Childhood Comforts

Parsi sleeping in his old favorite spot. Before he became a wandering stud and forgot about those quiet little naps he used to take upstairs. When he could still climb up the stairs without carrying a 4 kg belly up with him. Yeah, his youthful, washboard-abs days.

When he was younger, he mostly spent his time indoors for his father, this gargantuan black persian beast would attack him upon sight for being 'in his territory'. We named this frequent visitor Night for he was so dark and such a formidable figure one could not be amazed without also being intimidated. He was not one of my cats. He belonged to someone from a different street and on one fine night, he followed one of my female cats home. Upon discovery of my cat ~~infested~~ populated house, Night liked to roam the area and constantly came over like it was his favorite brothel. Back then he surely had a myriad of female companions to choose from for we did not yet practice neutering. He hung around for many years. Even when he was limping or ill he would still come over to visit - I supposed he was addicted to this place or simply loyal to his routine venturing. He didn't bother us humans much. Just liked to lounge around. Didn't create any problems. Like Parsi, he was not the cuddling type and didn't like to be handled. He would only tolerate a pat on the head for a few seconds before he would show you his claws. He peed on me once or twice. Luckily for him, at the time I did not know how to use a butcher knife. Oh but wait...I still don't. But digress, eventually he died of old age and I'm sure he was really old. He had to have been over age 10. Anyway, when Parsi was a young lad and Night was still around, he made sure who was boss. As a result, Parsi wouldn't dare to go outside much. It was only after Night's departure did Parsi truly see the world and of course, like his father, became the big shot about town and while Night came here to terrorize this street, Parsi went over to where Night originated and took reign. It goes to show how you just return to the roots of your ancestors.

Parsi is old now too. And after his castration in Dec '08, has lost interest in roaming. Doesn't even bother with any territory which allows other neighborhood cats to come and terrorize. Since then he's gain 3-4 kgs and counting. I was going through some photos the other day and the difference in appearance couldn't be more shocking to me. I can't believe he's changed so much.