Hi, I am Billu. I met my humans in January 2019. I was barely two-weeks-old and was always hungry.
I was my humans' first cat, I could tell. I wasn't sure about them because they looked like a dog-obsessed family (ew) but I decided to give them a shot.
They cleaned me up. Fed me every time I wailed and gave me lots of scratches. Life was good.
I was a good baby. I learnt how to hunt soon. I used to protect my humans from rats and lizards. But since no good deed goes unpunished, they used to freak out on me instead.
Sigh, I don't get humans. I had to eventually stop bringing them my trophies.
I did make a few friends but realised soon I am a loner.
Humans were great butlers but I was old enough. I decided to start exploring the world. People are fickle that way, they want you to be a grown-up but won't let you go. I never liked staying inside the house. I was an independent cat, who needed no man.
I moved away but used to visit every day. Free elves also get lonely.
I got busy with life and the visits became rare. But the humans were always glad to see me alive and fed me everything they could. I always left feeling good about the fact that they were still obsessed with me.
But like everyone else, 2020 came for me.
I got really sick and couldn't visit humans for months. When I finally saw them again, I was dehydrated and a sack of bones. Humans took me to the vet. I weighed 2 kgs and badly needed food and rest.
I have not fully recovered. My stomach issue keeps relapsing but we are taking it one step at a time. Meanwhile, I continue to enjoy food, pets and sunbathing.
I am still the same independent cat who needs no man. But I also enjoy winter night snuggles. <3
Stay tuned for my shenanigans.