imagine…

To own a pet is a big responsibility. Back in my parent’s house, we always have pets to be taken care of. Right until now, we have a turtle, birds and 2 domestic old cats. Fortunately we have house maids to look after the pets, so the animals won’t starve themselves to die, eventhough they still have their hunting instinct. What I can say is, Zorro is my first pet I ever had in my flat that I, alone, myself, devote a part of my life to look after this male feline.
For almost 14 days since the day he was brought here in my flat, I’m already catching up with his antics, as well as his sassy attitudes. Despite the cuteness, the spoilness and the heaveness of his black silky coat he has, there is a downside of his that to me is quite unbearable. He likes to bite occasionally. He likes to bite off my leg and once he bit my arm until it bleeded a little. I vaguely know the reason of his sudden aggresiveness, for I know pretty well, that pet bites to seek attention. It must have been hard to be a cat while the master can’t decipher any of the cat’s slightest message. 2 days ago, Zorro did it again, he attacked my leg out from nothing. Then, to the point of I was having bad fever that time, I couldn’t handle myself and I threw anything nearby at him. He was dreadfully scared and he ran sooooo fast to the balcony and hid on the corner. Later on that evening, I felt terribly sorry for him and ashamed to myself. I felt terrible as his owner who physically abused him just because he tried to hint me his message instinctively.
I imagine myself raising my own child, with his own temper and unbelievable tantrums… would I dare to smack him hard on his head?