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Here Comes Bobbi kiddo. My ultimate cat.
She came in my life as a gift I chosen.
One night outside the Eslite bookshop near NTU, there was a middle-aged man selling cats.
He got only 2 cats all together, one kitten kept on trying to jump out her bag, never wanna stop, the other kitten was sleeping deeply. Without doubt, Bobbi is the former one. So I said, that's her.
I thought she was not gonna make it, cuz she was very skinny when I claimed her. So I fed her milk 3 or 4 times a day, yet she could have them all, she got a very good appetite.

We were not very close.

She saw me as a weired sister who was stick with sofa or computer all the time, and I considered her as a cat version ADHA.
Always running, jumping and chasing an imaging mouse around, she could be content with herself a lot.
I seldom allowed to hug her, she usually kicked me and bitten me as a "hello", or "leave me alone" signal. When she was happy, she bitten; she angry, she bitten; she bored, she bitten.
Also I didn't let her sleep on my bed cuz I am afraid of her fleas. So I kept her outside my room every night, and kept her alone in my lonely apartment every day. She was just left alone all day long like that.
Though I always left one light and the TV on while I was taking off, I could not imagine how a kitten like her can be strong enough to endure it.
Yet, she survived. And for her own sake, I decided to move back home, so she could have company (my Mom) while I was away to work.

She scratched all my furniture covered with clothed texture, I have to spank her tiny ass or spray water on her sometimes, those means are all useless till now.
There was one time I lost my temper and yelled at her, she was a bit shock at that moment.
Then she bend her cute tiny head towards me and watched my face carefully, like a child who has made a big chaos, also like an angel who was surprised that human being could be such an irritated creature.
Looked like she has never experienced that "yelling" sound before, she tried to figure out was I really pissed off, or just steped on a dead cockroach.

There was one afternoon, I was weaping for something, sitting on my bed sadly.
She came close to me and climbed on my shoulder quietly, all the afternoon. Hasn't move or jump to another place.
That afternoon, she just sit on my shoulder for at least one hour (I could let her sit longer but consider she might not be comfot so I let her go,) and didn't left me alone.
Then I knew she is a most loyalty kiddo I have ever seen.

Since that, day by day we know each other more, just like we have opened a gate to friendship, she began to let me and my friends hug her and constrained herself the instinc to bite. (and then I realised that she has a strong sense of smelling, so no matter how slightly a human touch her, she would have to lick that part immediately several times. That's why she hated to be touched. So don't get her wrong, we might bite more if we were cats!)

Not always by your side, but when you need a consolation, she is right there and back you up.
That's the lessen she taught me about friendship.

I am grateful to her accompany all my life.

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Right: Shot when she was about 4 months.

Left: Sleepy Bobbi, can't be waken up by camera.

That's Bobbi layed on her favorite spot of my sofa.

After she was awared that I was serious, she did behave herself for a while and lay on the sofa quietly.
"I am not that naughty," she must wondered, "I was just sharpen my nails! Aren't all the good cats do so? And there is a perfect textured material that was made for scratching." in that moment she collected her thought, "I don't get that, why this sister doesn't let me. What else I could use? That wooden board with straw ropes? Course not!"
It will be too heavy for an innocent kitten like her.
Then I felt like a villain and almost burst out: "Nothing, darling, you keep on sharpen your nails on my expensive sofa. Don't mind me."
Couse she can sense my weakness, I guess that's why she soon recovered irratating me happily by scratching my sofa all the time.