Dear, Mademoiselle Ponta

I know I yelled at you so many times.
Sometimes I hit your head.
I step on your tail.
I don't feed you well.
I must be a bad master.

I don't know how can you live this long.

I don't know why you still following me when I am home.

Waiting for me in front of the bathroom's door while I was taking a bath.

Tailing me back to my room and watching me doing my stuff.

Why do you like to step on my bed when I just want to go sleep and get onto the blanket, put ur head into my armpit and start sleeping. Why?

Or like the other day you woke me up in the middle of the night, knocked my room's window coz you want to get in. 

I remember when we play tag.. or hide-and-seek.
It's fun. I love playing with you.
You like playing even though you already an (old) pretty lady.

You eat noodles. Apple. Potatoes. Cakes. Ice cream. Even alates.

Sometimes you eat cockroach. The most horrible monster in the house.

That time I think what a great hero you are.

You such a nice pet. No, you are a nice friend. 

My best hairy friend.
I wish you a long healthy life.
I love you, Dear.




Hug and kisses.
-Me-