I can't stop myself from adopting cats!

? I feel the same way too! Cats are just a cute creatures that you couldn't just stop adoring them. The whiskers, their toe beans, their fishy breath and sweet scent are just addicting! I love seeing cats in the middle of their nap. They look squishy and huggable. It doesn't matter if it's a stray cat or domestic, they are the most adorable creatures ever to exist! At least for me. Stopping myself from adopting cats has been a big dilemma of mine. I started to love cats when I was in first grade. My grandma does not like them, but I do! So back then, I snuck in a little kitten into our house when she was hanging out with her friends. I named the kitty as ‘Uling’ (Coal) because it was black and I still do not have the ability to identify if a cat is a male or female. It has been only a short time since I was with that kitty but sadly I have to let it go because I do not want to see my grandma boiling with anger. After letting it go, I told myself that I will not adopt a kitty cat until I reach 15...but guess what—stopping the urge to adopt a cat only lasted for 3 years. At fifth grade, I saw a very cute ginger cat. It looked like it has no home and can't find itself some food. It was a male cat. I carried it like a child of mine and decided to go home with it. Unfortunately, my mom did not like the idea of me adopting a cat. I ignored her and just continued playing with my cat inside the house. My grandma and other relatives saw me playing with it, so I thought it's cool. I played with the ginger cat and named it ‘Maple’. He was a very gentle cat and loves snuggling. I ended that day with Maple and I hugging each other. However—the next day, after I wake up, I no longer see Maple inside my room. Turns out, they gave him away. I was very frustrated and sad because they took him away from me without telling me. But what made me feel better is when they told me that they will get me a cat if I stop adopting on my own will without consulting them. So I agreed with what they said and stopped adopting cats. Years later, during the peak of pandemic, it felt very lonely for me. I am already 15 years old, and I wanted to fulfill what I promised to myself before, but I can't go out and hunt kitty cats to adopt because of the virus. So I have to be patient. Luckily, my parents gave me my first personal phone. Something that I can use for online class. Online class means watching cat videos. Videos, photos, or memes related to cats is what kept me entertained back then. But I really do miss having my own cat. Until year 2022, where the virus cases are starting to decrease, my dad came home late at night—with a cat! Yes! that was the first time that I own a cat without hiding from my family! I still cherish that moment. It was a gray female tabby cat and I love her very much. She is ‘Patty’ but sometimes my family calls her ‘Ash’ which I didn't like because it sounds like a cornball. She was with me for about 6 months, but unfortunately, she snuck out of the house the last time I was cooking and she got ran over by a red car. It was a heart breaking sight. My first cat left me out of the blue, and I will forever loathe that red car. Until I reached 10th grade, I saw my classmate who brought his kitten in our school. I was very jealous to the point that I asked and begged the odds to give me one. Until the calendar hit my 16th birthday and I got a tuxedo cat as a present. I was beyond grateful and happy. It was the best birthday gift I have ever received. It was a male cat and I named him ‘Louis’ (Lu-wi). He's such a good kitty cat. I treat like how I treated my previous cats. I gave him all my love and money. But he didn't last long with me because my grandpa gave him away. I told my friend about what happened and she promised that she'll give me another one. I told her that it's okay but she still insisted. Months later and after the C.A.T Program, I immediately went home to rest. To my surprise, there was a delivery waiting for me. My other two classmates went to my home while handling a paper bag. And that paper bag contains two (2) kitty cats...and I got bamboozled. The fatigue that I was experiencing suddenly fade away and I accepted the paper bag with all my heart as I smile ear-to-ear. They are two! two kitties in a bag! And I can't help but to feel happy. I thanked my friend and started to shift my focus on my cats. They are the apex predators of the cat food factory! Always a hungry beasts! But it didn't matter to me because I will sacrifice my allowance for them. My family loves them too which made feel a measure of relief. I named the cats ‘Lotti’ the tuxedo cat and ‘Totti’ the tabby cat. They are both females. I love them with all my heart. I gave everything to them. My own allowance, my spare money. I bought them toys, their own collars, litter box and litter sand which is quite expensive, and undying stocks of cat foods—wet and dry. I am so glad that I really treated them like my own child—like I was the one who gave birth to them. Now, even though I still have them, my cat greediness is unstoppable. A week before the moving-up, I heard a kitten crying near my house. It was dark outside and cold so I went out to check if there's a cat outside. I found a little cheese cat that looks like a duck in front of the house and she was hiding behind the plants. So I carried the little baby and adopted her. I do not know what to do at first because it was a week old cat, and I do not have the knowledge on how will I be able to feed her. Upon researching, I found that goat's milk is good for little cats like her. But it was late and no store is open at that time. So I gave her some of Lotti and Totti's wet food. I was glad that she was able to eat it. Days later, after the moving-up ceremony, me and my grandpa went home and I immediately went to my room. From a happy gal to teary one. I found out that my cheese cat wasn't breathing anymore. I do not know what happened as she was the only one there. The room is well ventilated, she has her own bed and milk. I have no choice but to mourn and bury her. Her name was ‘Mitty’ and I named her after my favorite singer's name. The other day after the passing of my cheese cat, another one showed up. It seems like the universe really wants to test my cat adopting skills. It was a dark and rainy night. My mom went home with a box of juice that contains a little cat. Yes, I got another Mitty but burnt. I accepted the cat. I named her ‘Ash’ because she looks like a burnt potato and a bit identical to Patty. But she also did not last longer with me. I also found her not breathing from her bed when I went home after class. She's also a week old and also a month, but sadly, the odds took her away from me. I had to move on. Days, weeks, and months passed my mom gave me another cat to adopt. She also looks like a duck, but unfortunately, she didn't last a day with me because she went back to her old hood. I named her ‘Bonnie’. Until the cycle continues... I saw cat at the stairs of the senior high building. And I immediately carried it on the way to my classroom. My classmate named him ‘Tutoy’ and he is well-loved by my classmates. And since I found him at school, what he ate that time was a big piece of ham and he had water to keep himself hydrated. He is a very very very clingy cat. Whenever I try to poke my lips in front him, he'll give me a kiss. He always follow me whenever I go, he loves vegetables and he eats what I cook for him. But sadly, after the typhoon from which he survived—he was chilling beside the house until motorcycle ran him over. That was my biggest heart break. And...the cycle still continues. I adopt a cat every other week. I feed stray cats and repeat. The cycle continued until they reached the number of 20. Yes, I already adopted 20 cats...but I had to give the others away in order to save space. Up until now, the present day, I still adopt cats. I adopt only the unfortunate cats/stray cats that needs help. And after I helped the cats, I give them away to other people that loves cats like me. I even adopted the cats that came from the roof of our house. I see them as a biological children of mine. I still continue the cycle nowadays. Today, the only cat that is with me is Lotti. I assumed that Totti was missing before as she didn't went home for days until I can no longer find her. The universe knows how much I adore cats. I really really love these four-legged creatures. I hope someday, I'll meet someone who loves cats like me. I am here, waiting for a stray cat to pass by as I am ready to welcome it with open arms. If there's none, then I'll wait for someone to give me one xD. (definitely a pun).