What kind of an animal are you? Cat, Dog or a Dolphin Person? 

Alright, not sure about the last one even such a thing. 

     Even though I don't relate to it, the environment might made me one. I never had one "loyal" pets. When I was still in primary school, I've got a lot of pets. But they didn't last long. Say it, bird, chick, turtle, rabbit, fish, and the list goes on. They didn't last long obviously because the lack of my ability at taking care those poor creatures. But I'm never having a cat or dog. 

     Dog?? God... I even have a phobia about meeting them on the street. Almost got bitten when I was a little girl. And it's still terrifying me till now. But I find them cute whenever they appear to be all lovely by the hands of their owner (of course this circumstance only happened whenever I watch them on social media😂). Like all this dog phobia thing in me could be gone for a second. But in fact, I'm still planning to search another street shortcut if I sense a dog in my radar. Last? we're a Muslim family..which is something to concern about having a dog.  

     Cat?? Love and hate relationship with this one I can assure you. Even more, I live with my only one grandma who's against all the idea of having a pet around the house. She's pretty adamant about it. I can understand the reason why. Our neighbourhood is packed with a stray cat ever since before I was born (glad dogs not dominate it). Don't know why these cats are so in love with our house. Some of them might think it's their home I guess. The problem is, they scratch my grandma's sofas.. a lot... Wait till you see what it has become. There's this cat which I quite believe is a really old one that makes grandma furious. She's giving birth in our frickin' ceiling. And not just once. That cat I mean..not grandma. 

     Sometimes, we just decide to give these stray cats our food. Grandma just reminds us not to give it right around our house. She's not that kind of horrible person who hates them in "that way" though. Cause we know this one animal is being cherished a lot by our Prophet Muhammad. She's even burying one kitten in our ground part that still covered with soil. She's one brave Granny, a savage one I said. The only person in our house who can throw away a rat carcass, burying a dead stiff cat is her and only. I couldn't pull that courage yet.

     The one who hates cats not only my grandma though.  

     " I love dogs with all my heart. I hate cats. They're evil, conniving, very...someone's giving me eyes. Cause you're a cat person, I can tell. No, I- I don't mind cats. I just- I  just...They're just BLAH! *Shudders. I'm also allergic to them. But I just think that if you fed someone else's cat, that cat would slowly, like, become your cat. If you did that to someone's dog, they wouldn't do that. I just love dogs." Said by Tom Holland in an interview back in 2017. 

     Yeap, our friendly neighbourhood Spider-Man apparently not so friendly to the cathood. And by that statement above, I agreed with him. Dogs are the most loyal pet, cats would lose this at one level (Oh please don't attack me, cat lovers.). Moreover, I've read something interesting from IFLA's (International Federation of Library Associations and Institutions) web site. In Russia's Library, dogs play a big role in their libraries project of helping kids with special needs (such as speech and language disorders, mental abnormality or autism, etc). The project is called Canistherapy, where all the child reading a book to a dog. This allows them to develop their skills for communicating with people. And it's also a supportive therapy that uses work with dogs as a form of treatment. It has been proven that spending time with dogs has positive effects on people's mental, physical, social, and overall health. It's amazing, right?

     Woaah that's a whole lot for an opening, isn't it?. Well, anywaaaay...Talking about savage, I'm gonna tell you my review of this biography book about one savage cat. 

Oh look at this gorgeous "Kocheng Oren" ( Indonesian cheeky pun of a Ginger Cat)🐈

When street musician James Bowen found an injured cat curled up in the hallway of his apartment building, he had no idea how much his life was about to change. James was living hand to mouth on the streets of London, barely making enough money to feed himself, and the last thing he needed was a pet. Yet James couldn't resist helping the strikingly intelligent but very sick animal, whom he named Bob. He slowly nursed Bob back to health and then sent the cat on his way, imagining that he would never see him again. But Bob had other ideas.

Perfect for fans of  Dewey: The Small-Town Library Cat That Changed the World and Oogy: The Dog Only a Family Could Love, this book about the transformative power of love between man and animal is guaranteed to win over countless American readers. A film version is in the works.

This inspiring book, which monopolized the #1 spot on the London Times bestseller list, tells the heartwarming story of a street musician and the ginger cat who saved his life. (Sc: Goodreads)

     The fact that I've lost someone in a sudden, like what I just told you in the last post, might affect this one too. Found this heartwarming book by not so warming news on my Twitter's timeline. Trending in USA and UK, but I don't quite remember if it's gone trending too in Indonesia. 

RIP BOB

 

     A couple of other keywords that referred to that incident just got trending too. Curious of who he is, then I found that he's one native London's ginger cat named Bob and belongs to some Brit bloke, James Bowen.  Bowen not only writes one book about Bob. He makes three of it. And the first two series even already being adapted to a movie now. The first movie released in 2016. The second one is released just recently on November 6th 2020. I've watched both of it, and it's great. You better watch it.

#1 Luke Treadaway as James Bowen and Bob as himself. (Bob!! Got that movie star blood in you, mate!!!)

#2 Basically a Christmas movie

What makes them so special then??. OK, now I'm gonna tell you that I'm a simp for something categorized heartwarming like this. 

     James Bowen, the author himself is someone who struggles a lot at totally clean from his drug addiction. He writes this book dedicated for his life saviour, Bob the street cat. Their first meeting was just like some sappy drama. I mean.. the whole of Bowen's life was just like a drama though. He lives from a broken family we could say, parents got divorced, split into two different continents. His mother in Australia, father in Europe (Great Britain), the country where Bowen lives up till now. Since his relationship with his father not quite well, he's not living in the same roof with his old man. Busking on the street is his only way to cover up daily struggle life in London.

James Bowen and Bob (That's some cute high five, Bob !!!)

     It's amazing how a random street cat could change your life. Like what happened with James. Each time I read the part where they first met, is just surreal. I'm glad James not that kind of a jerk who hates cat. If that wasn't the case, well... we're never gonna know, and I'm not even here to tell you about this.

     

P.s: Another London Boy with His Soulmate, Tessa. I feel the urge of posting this after what I said up there👀🕷

     What kind of nonsense is this? Where is our Book Review?

     Yeah I know, I've questioned myself too. Believe me... a lot.

     It's still on the progress (bah, old classic reason). I thought I could finish it in August, but it's kind of risky for me to write again in a state of messed up brain. So, forgive me, folks. This time, I just wanna share you my complicate wired thoughts. 

     My head has been deliberating so much, whether is it okay to write this publicly or not. A few weeks ago, I and my family went to dad's oldest brother place. We're trying to check on their condition since mom really wants us to go there. Auntie requested my mom to make her a pudding, which is an odd occasion because she never ever once ask her to do something like that. We're only going there on Eid Fitr day, and we decided not to go there this year since you know..covid situation. And for this time, I agreed to go with mom's plan at fulfilling my aunt's wishes. 

     I don't know...I've got a gut feeling something is wrong. Haaff....I hate my overthinking mind.

     I'm so grateful for how my dad's family still taking good care of their late brother's family. Even if he's gone like forever years ago. He's got so many brothers and sisters. I haven't even seen some of them in person. They're living in such miles away from my family. And for the oldest brother, he lives in like an hour away by motorcycle from my house.

     Okay now let's get to the point. We arrived there, health protocols are our first priority. We're even doing a conversation with a mask on. They've never thought we would bring grandma (from my mom's side) there. The grannies from dad's side already had their own peace place 'there' with my dad. Hence, this is some overwhelming luxury stuff for them. Whenever we visited, they insist to make us give it a ring to them before we go there, so they could provide the best feast. If not, then they still gonna make your stomach need no other things to fit in anymore. That's what I learned from mom too. I'm pretty much aware of it.

     One thing I'm not well aware of is..how I was gonna be a mess the moment we met my cousin, and aunt to be in a vulnerable state. We knew a few things about aunt's condition, but my cousin??? That's totally a piece of news for us. I think it would be a bit more difficult for mom to witness this kind of thing again. Seeing her niece going through something that she believes the first symptom of dad's cancer. I hate the facts that I'm at there and trying so hard not to breakdown...mentally. Because I hate showing people my feelings about that one particular thing.

     It's been 2 weeks after she passed away. Everything seems escalated quickly. I was sitting like a fool, trying to type a bit here and there for my thesis when the news comes. In the middle of the night, my sister vid-called me since she's in a room with my mom who's got the news first. I and my lil' sist were stunned. My cousin is a super kindhearted person. She has a dream of becoming a teacher in a region that considered as a rimland part of Indonesia, specifically at Papua. An inspiring Hafidzah who's only 19, but I know death chase every soul no matter who and how old are they. It's just surreal when I came to the graveyard. That was too fast for her.

Reminder for all of us..Always

I know they're not in pain anymore. Left me in that state of grieving again. 

Let me take it for the rest of my life. That feeling is forever mine.