If Ever You're In My Arms Again

            It is already thirty minutes past twelve in the morning and I can’t think of anything except for the unknown reason why an important ‘someone’ in my life ignored me for days now. We have been spending these days ignoring each other. Stolen glances and awkward eye contacts always happen when our paths cross. I try to reach out but she eludes me. I hate this feeling of having a part of you missing.

            We have been together for already four months. I met her last April 2013 and I never thought we would be this close. We play together – scratching and running here and there. We wrestle and play hide-and-seek. The fun we always have ceased to exist this week of August 2013. Everytime I get home from school I always look for her. I even sometimes spend an hour playing with her. But now, I am very clueless on why she is ignoring me. Have I done something wrong? Should I stop chasing her? I want the old us back. I want to be happy with her again.

            She is the second white cat I had and the closest to my heart. I feel very happy whenever I get to play with her. Even if she came from a not-so- clean place, whenever she gets home, I put her on my lap and pet her until she falls asleep. And when she wakes up and asks for food, I offer an immediate response. I feed her with my bare hands. Laziness takes hold of her hunger and that’s why she keeps on meowing to me signalling that she wants me to swoop in the food into her mouth. Bare hands are also my only weapon when we battle against each other. She is armed with sharped claws and attacks me furiously while I stand aback looking so vulnerable. But still I play with her with my mighty little fingers. Hide-and-seek and soccer are not so foreign to us. We play them during those times when we get bored of wrestling. Also, like lovers, we get so lovey-dovey during cold weather. We cuddle in the sofa and fall asleep together. I just love her so much.

            But these happy moments are on a ‘pause’ mode now. Whenever I try to go near her, she flees away. And when I hold her, she slips and transfers to another place. When I sit beside her, she moves to the opposite direction. She only goes to me when I am eating. Maybe she is in the stage of adolescence where an individual starts doing a rebellion. I have no choice but to wait until everything goes back to normal. I shall wait patiently. I shall wait for the happy moments to ‘play’ again.