Reunion with Lang-lang and my other mom

On November 3, 2012, I was in a completely different room — a smaller and hotter one. Mom says we are to stay at her mom’s house temporarily while she breaks her back, saving up for our own palace soon. Although our new room isn’t as spacious as before, it’s cozy and warm, and with mom around, it still feels like home.

Enjoying the view outside from our new room.

Our new environment is very different, too. Gone are the sounds of urban vehicles; all I could hear are the sounds of insects and other animals — there are roosters, dogs, crickets, goats, pigs, and of course, cats like me! A hundred meters north from our new home lives my sibling Lang-lang, and oh! there’s another cat in our house: an orange, striped, very slow-moving, sneaky, dirty fellow named Punit.

Meeting Lang-lang was like looking at a younger version of myself in the mirror; boy, she’s very thin and small! She has my color – black and white – and my voice. I love hanging out with her, especially when she is coming into heat, because I get to meet the other cats in the neighborhood. Her masters’ house is very big! We’d spend hours chasing and goofing around until mom comes to pick me up.


A couple weeks after our moving in, I’ve met a number of fellow cats, but only a few distinct ones — Tamingco, Siren, Siren’s brother, Punit, Lang-lang, and of course, my real mom, Lorna. By the way, I am more comfortable calling Lorna by her name, and she’s cool with it. She lived with my mom’s grandaunt, in a cute little concrete house, together with Siren and her (er, I mean our) brother. She introduced me to them with pride in her eyes, and I was so glad to have finally met them. Siren didn’t look too pleased though, and our nameless brother looked annoyed. Yet none of these bothered me; my heart was just too overwhelmed with warmth and belongingness.