Been under the weather since I got back from America 🥴 still catching up on work & sleep while prepping for my next Mandarin presentation (takes a lot out of me to memorise my lines even if it’s a different version next week!). Thanks for bearing with me if I’ve been slow to reply 🥺 I’ll claw my way back to the inbox soon!
For now, channeling my inner cat: nap lots, heal up & bounce back stronger 🐾 Next time we catch up, hopefully I’ll look way more alive than I do right now 😬
Happy 6th birthday @klimtcat ! 🎂Looking through all his kitten photos again, ghiblified.
Excerpt from my first novel Of Death & Desire where I wrote about him:
Back in my room, my cat wandered aimlessly, drifting from one corner to another, always restless. I’d bought him a new tower, sleek and towering, something I thought he’d love. But he ignored it completely, barely even glancing at it. Cats don’t care about things like we do. They live as they please, untouched by the need to obey or impress, wandering through life without a second thought. It’s a trait I’d come to admire in him.
“Right, Meow-ly?” I muttered, my voice sounding strange, like it didn’t belong to me. He looked at me briefly, then started to purr, a low, rattling sound that seemed to reverberate through the silence. Maybe he was agreeing with me. Or maybe he hadn’t heard me at all.
I don’t know how long I sat there, watching him, talking to him as if he’d respond. I realised I hadn’t spoken to anyone else in days, maybe longer. Just me and this indifferent creature who neither listened nor replied. But in that silence, something began to slip. Words started to tumble out, thoughts spiralling down in endless circles, filling it with words that needed no answer. It was a strange solace, the feeling of being heard even if there was no response.
Missing these two cuties back home @klimtcat@monetmeowmeow 😽😽
Thank you @factory1611 for the 🌴 vibes
and taking such good care of them 🫶🏻
#klimtcat #monetmeowmeow
