Two days ago, I found out that the kitty that I've been trying to domesticate for a few months now has left our home. I assumed this so because there are absolutely no signs of the kitty around anywhere after it had gone missing. I've reached out to Kitty till late by its favorite food tray's clinking noise, opened our doors wide open, and stayed by them (because it doesn't jump in through window) and rang it's toy bell every second for two nights now. I have loved it SO much, so so much. All my life, I have never chained nor caged any of my pets, for reasons; I find it absolutely depressing and straining for them (some friends say I'm always a hippy that way). This might offend some, but the idea of caging and putting a leash on your pet friend almost feels like locking them down for our own rhyme and pleasure when we're home from work or anywhere. Caging for our own love. I'm not sure why I would reason so, but I do, and refuse the idea till today. ...
Travel the world with me to the ends of Europe right to my home in Borneo; while still keeping my job!