ailurophiles. [or maybe just cat-lovers.]

i like people who talk to cats.

and yes, i do so too. all the time. my little brother is embarrassed by this. each time we see a stray cat, i would say things like, "hello! hey why are you here? alone ah? keciannye... kay lah, bye!" and he would mutter under his breath, "stop talking to the cat!"

my aunt talks to her cats. so do my grandmother and uncles. i love the way my Pak Long talks so gently to the cats in secret when he's always easily losing his temper at us humans!

today i saw the auntie at the coffeeshop cleaning the tables, with the fat orange kitty staring up at her from a distance. the auntie saw, and she called out to the kitty, "hello, cat! what's the matter??? have you not eaten?" [in chinese] it was too adorable, i had to smile.

cats do understand us when we talk to them. it's just that they don't bother to respond. cats' ears are powerful, so if a cat is not looking at you when you call, it just means that it's ignoring you.

and it's true: a cat knows how you feel. it just doesn't care.

there was this once, when i was walking past the newsstand at EM in the morning. Kuskus and the black kitty came running out of there with really scared faces, and the newsstand lady calling out to them, laughing, "hey, cat! come back here, cat!" and they really did [reluctantly though].

i guess it's trust?

in any case, i really do love the very few people who talk to cats. who confide in them. it's just beautiful.

purr and the world purrs with you. hiss and you hiss alone. 
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and this is beautiful too. i saw it on 9gag. i think it means that every little thing in your life has its good side to it. if you're blind, at least you are alive. and then it also shows how you can have everything when you have nothing, that's how she can conjure up a whole world in her darkness.

in my humble opinion anyway.