Curie and I have a new morning routine. As I hold her in my arms, she gazes intently towards the skies and chatters her teeth with the typical feline excitement of seeing birds flying overhead. You can’t see them in here, but it’s usually a large and noisy murder of crows as they leave their nests and head into the city. I thought the sunrise captured in this photograph had rather beautiful colors subhaan’Allah, and it made for some even better quality time with my kitten (I don’t think she really cared much for the pretty colors though, just the black crows).
Supplies are running low on Curie’s current brand of (canned) cat food, and it’s time to begin research on whether I’d like to continue feeding her what she is on right now, or if there’s a better alternative out there. This means literally spending an hour or so comparing different brands, long (and often scary) lists of ingredients, guaranteed analyses, and prices per weight; on top of ensuring that it’s something she wouldn’t turn up her nose at. Curie LOVES salmon, whitefish, and tuna (it’s advised not to have solely a seafood diet however because of mercury concentrations and bio-accumulation) but doesn’t care much for grilled chicken. And I’ll also admit that I try to find foods that I would personally feel comfortable handling (some of the stuff stinks! and oozes with gooey fat!)
When it comes to making sure Curie is well and healthy, has the silkiest and softest coat ever, and bundles of energy and love… the time and money is worth it.
While having the power to travel through time sounds like it would be a phenomenal experience, I’m blessed to be here today, right where I am. Like any other average person, I admit having some faults and missteps in the past that I wish I could go back to erase and change; but without having them, I know that I wouldn’t be who I am today… improved and wiser. So if I were to choose a superpower, it would be the ability to speak and understand any language… including “cat-speak”!
I’ve always found it incredibly fascinating that a Prophet in Islam, Suleiman alayhi salam, was able to communicate with all creatures of the Earth, from the tiniest ant to the majestic lion. Imagine being able to hear their stories and understand their feelings.
I’m finding that my own kitten has a keen sense of emotion (all cats, in fact, are said to be able to quickly pick up on whether their family members are stressed or not); if I’m sitting somewhere feeling a bit down, she’ll trot up to me and try to climb onto my back, or just come up close and look at me affectionately. Although I try my best to fulfill her needs (which consist of mostly love, attention, and play), I feel it would be so much easier to give her exactly what she wants, exactly when she wants it, if I could just speak to her. I also wouldn’t mind being able to understand all the mews of different pitches, when she’s in a talkative mood; perhaps she’s a talented cat-comedian sharing jokes!
As for the ability to speak and understand any language (within the “human world”), I’d love to be able to have a conversation with anyone from anywhere; remove the barrier of language and understand and help one another.
Imagine being able to hold a conversation with this pretty kitty.
In response to WordPress Daily Prompt: A Bird, A Plane, You!
I realize that the last time I posted was last year… in 2015. Time’s been flying, and with my university studies having resumed in the new year, along with having to keep a feisty kitty entertained, I’e been quite busy! Most of Curie’s winter was spent sleeping the cold days away, I was a bit disappointed that there hadn’t been any snow for her to witness for the first time in life, but that’s alright… We had plenty of rest and fun indoors.
Snugly and warm
Rousing from her winter “hibernation”
Curie has been growing so quickly these past few weeks, and becoming quite a fine feline, if I do say so myself. She’s getting this beautifully soft and silky fur behind her ears, and on her chest; it’s probably the “mane” (she’s a domestic medium hair) that’s coming in. We visited PetSmart (Curie got to see goldfish!) recently to purchase a new carrier (her original SPCA one is too small for her now!) and all the nice ladies working there commented on how big she is for her age; I bet it’s got a lot to do with the fact that she’s becoming increasingly fluffier!
I’m looking forward to celebrating Curie’s first birthday this summer, and just seeing how she continues to develop a delightful personality and funny little quirks (more on them later!) day by day, for the rest of this year and beyond, insha’Allah.
Curie loves anything that rolls! But she also insisted that I add in the furry mouse because, even though it’s not a ball, she loves the way it squeaks. In fact, in the early days when she wasn’t quite as accustomed to her name as she is now, we could squeeze the mouse to make it squeak and that was a surefire way to get her attention. She’d come bounding over from wherever she was (usually hiding behind the bed-skirt so she could pounce on our feet) to play!
Discovering her fascination with marbles was completely by chance. I keep a close eye on her when she’s playing with one to make sure she doesn’t try picking it up with her mouth, but so far that’s never happened. She’s intrigued by the constant vibrating noise marbles make on the tile floor and can follow one around for at least a full half hour or more! I’ve read about some owners having cats that dropped marbles into the bath tub and watched them whisk up and around the edges – they claim it sounded like there was a construction crew working upstairs…