The first thing I saw when I open my eyes was my cat sleeping peacefully beside me. Remembering the night before, where she woke me up several times, simply because she felt like it. I often wonder what have I done to endure this, and I'm amaze how the she-devil could sleep like an angel beside me.
She has the damnable ability to wake me up whenever she feels like it, and it's really a trial, living with her. Her innocent round eyes, with her fluffy vanilla fur, cloaking her mischievous ability wind me up and yet with all the complaints I do have, I wouldn't trade her for the world.
She's a blessing in disguise, often accompanying me when I do feel lonely, missing my annoyingly adventurous sister. It has been 4 years since my sister left to pursue her life's calling, and being stuck with her pet cat - Vanilla has been a sense of comfort which I'm grateful.
Seeing Vanilla lying beside me with her back on the mattress with all 4 paws up in the air, it makes my heart flutters, forgiving her for the night of romping to oblivion. Till her eyes slits open, rolling her little ball of fur with a stretch, with a purr and there she goes again.
Yup, life's good.