Ever since Indy fell terribly ill last year, where no vet could diagnose what was wrong with him, where I rushed him for acupuncture, camped with him in the clinic when he was on drips and his life hung by a thread, took him every day for his antibiotic injections because he could not take it orally, Indy had become very attached to me.
When Indy was first rescued from the drain four years ago, his life also hung by a thread and the vet thought he wouldn’t have made it.
Anyway, all these experiences have probably made Indy very possessive of me.
Nowadays, whenever I go out of the room, Indy would stand at the grille and called out “Ma!”.
Yes, he has learnt to say “Ma”. I guess cats can say “Ma” if they just twist their tongues a little where the classic feline “Meow” turns into a “Ma”. Strangely, Indy never meow-ed. When he was young, whenever he wanted anything, he would go “oowak”. No meows. Just oowaks. And now, it’s “Ma!”.
So, Indy would stand at the grille and “Ma” until I come in again.
Last weekend was the Cutie Pet Fair so I was away for the whole day on Saturday and Sunday. My daughter reported that Indy went on a hunger strike and refused to eat. When she fed him, he turned his body to face the wall. Then, he went away to the garden, stood in the drizzle and chewed on grass, as though saying, “I’m so neglected and nobody looks after me. I only have grass to eat…”. My daughter said it was rather comical.
And when I came back, Indy made sure I knew he wasn’t happy that I had been away….
I’ll run away from home if you go off for long hours again.
He sat leaning on my chair…
Or lay all day on my table, staring straight at me to make sure I wouldn’t go away again!