Aging

It's dawned on me that I am suffering from a case of Aging-phobia.

I encountered 4 different elderlies, in 4 different circumstances in a matter of 2 hours, after then I ponder about my own future in 50 years time.

My first encounter was in a bus. A rickety old man boarded the bus with a guy who seems to be his son. No one offered their seat to this poor man who can only walk small steps. I stepped aside and offered him to sit on the meticulously hidden handicap folding chair.

Second encounter was at the bus stop where I got off. Similar story, but this time it's an old lady trying to get off the bus without tripping or falling. The young'uns behind her not only didn't help her, but trying to squeeze past this struggling woman. Some even grumbled.

Third encounter, an old lady being carried on a man's back boarding a taxi in Sheung Wan. She was clearly unwell, with a yellow/greyish cast on her face, and her feet had a huge wound bound with bandages. She was not wearing any shoes.

Fourth encounter, on my way back home, I saw a frail old lady on a wheelchair surrounded by loud relatives. They were leaving my apartment building discussing how to reach their next destination. The old lady was sitting quietly among the blabbering nonsense, perhaps wondering when they were going to shut up.

I am starting to worry about myself. Knowing aging is inevitable, it scares me even more to know that I just might turn up like them. The feeling of dependance will be overwhelming. Adding to that, the attitude of the people around is making it even less tolerable.

Better gulp down some milk now. No fun walking around with fragile bones in 50 years.

Adventure

Everyday is an adventure.

Even a cat's day is full of adventures.

Who would have thought a cat's life is so full of sweet surprises?

Spoiled

I don't know what kind of magic or spell wawa and her sister, muimui, has placed on me, but whatever it is, it seems to be working. Real well.

They are the bosses of the household, and I'm their loyal slave. One long desolate meow, complemented with round green marble eyes dilated to their fullest (aka the Puss Technique as so vividly portrayed in Shrek 2 &3), can get them virtually everything they want. From food to play things to coming into the room for the night, yes miss, your wish is my command.

Sometimes I wonder if I'm spoiling them too much.

Dreaming

As I'm typing this, wawa is sleeping right beside me. Eyes half-closed, little paws twitching, and breathing rapidly. Seems like she is having her REM sleep. What kind of dream does a cat have?

Is it about her daily life, which mainly evolves around food, play and sleep? Do I get to play a part in her dreams? Or, does wawa dream of something she never gets to do in real life? Like flying?

Her marble-like eyes are wide open now, looking at me with a "Whatcha looking at?" expression. I'm sorry, my wa, my furious typing has woken you up. I wonder if she is mad at me interrupting her sweet dream. Miraculously, she is back in her dreamland in no time. I wonder if she can continue the sequel of her dream.