Happy birthday to my smol bebi (small baby), Kkukku!
To tell the truth, I did not expect to be a cat person. All my life I wanted a dog for a pet, and then we had dogs in our house and I considered myself a huge dog person. I didn’t like cats; they didn’t appeal to me, and I was actually scared of some of them.
But since I lived alone, it was kind of sad to always come home to an empty and quiet house. While I had some plants to take care of, I wanted a living being that I can see moving and something that requires a little bit more maintenance, because minding my cactus too much is starting to kill it.
Initially, I wanted a fish. However, I realized that 1) I don’t have any idea how to take care of a fish, 2) it’s a bit high maintenance since you have to clean the tank and it’s kind of hard in my current living situation, and 3) I was afraid that the mice in my place would eat the fish. I also considered taking one of our dogs from home and getting it to live with me, but none of them are potty trained and I wouldn’t be able to properly look after the dog since I’m gone most of the day because of work. So that’s a no go.
And that is when I came to the conclusion to get a cat. I was sure that I wanted a black cat, so there’s that. And getting a cat is one of the best decisions I have done in my life. For one, I have become a little bit more responsible. Having Kkukku around also made me happier and feel less alone. But most of all, Kkukku gave me a reason to go on in life, since I don’t know what would happen to him if something happens to me.
Here’s a little secret: I think I love this cat more than anyone else in the whole world. Or I think that most of the time 😅
Happy 1st birthday, Kkukku! I hope you continue being your clingy and fussy self. 😽
Love, Lady (mom) 💛