May 05, 2004

the story of ch0mi

Ch0mi was just a fluffy handheld kitten when we adopted her, back in 1994. My boyfriend looked at her pointy little ears and christened her “Ch0milakashloo” (“the charming nutty one”), shortened most often to one, two, three syllables. For the very first year, she was the invisible kitty! Always hiding under sofas, behind warm electronics, swatting defiantly everything.

The following year, we moved to Quebec city, where she spent a blissful year munching grass, soaking up sunshine at Cap-aux-Chats, chasing butterflies with the locals. She would come home late every evening, hungry as hell for ouananiche, her purring heard across the street. I know she had her happiest time as an outdoors cat, but then I moved back in the city, and my familiar tagged along with me in every sucessive move.

My cat has long lost the nervousness of her youth and have turned into a graceful old tabby, about the size of a pillow, and I know her so well that she remains for always my timekeeper, whenever I look into her deep green eyes.

Happy sweet 10, Ch0mi!

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