I live in the Philippines, with my wife, my two daughters, my dog, and my cat. This post is about my cat, Lucky.
The Philippines is a stunningly beautiful country. You can go out to buy a loaf of bread and be bombarded by a world full of colors. There are shiny jeepneys and trycicle pedicabs, buzzing all over the place. But this story is about my cat, Lucky.
My family and I took our beat up, old Delica van to the local car wash, about two months ago. As we were sitting, waiting for the van to be washed, a very small cat kept coming up to our table, crying in a plaintive fashion. She was obviously starving. We fed her some crumbs from our cookies and she kept circling around our table, wailing at the top of her lungs. We noticed that her ribs were showing, so we asked the attendant about who owned her. One of the car wash fellows told us, “She is my cat.” The first thing that I noticed was that the owner was quite under weight as well.
I asked the attendant why his cat was so underfed. He smiled, but didn’t answer me. As they completed the washing of our vehicle, the cat continued to circle around our table crying at the top of her lungs. I paid the bill and as we were leaving, the young man who owned the cat told me, “You can take the cat Sir.” I accepted the gift and gave the young man 300 Pesos in remuneration for his cat.
So Lucky, left with us that day from the car wash, and has become a welcome member of our family. We have had her for two months. Following a trip to the vet for de-worming, she has continued to gain weight, and she will not even leave the house. We feed her twice a day with our dog Bogart, and she circles around the dining room table crying at the top of her lungs, at every meal. After we took her to the vet, he asked me, “What is her name?” I replied, “Lucky.” The veterinarian answered, “She is a Lucky girl.”