Capture the Everyday is about getting you to capture those everyday moments in your life! Each Thursday, Mel from Adventuroo issue a simple challenge to capture something that’s a part of your daily life. You can post just a picture or add some words to go along with it. You’ll have a week to get it done and then she’ll issue another. It’s a quick, easy way to start capturing those little parts of life we sometimes take for granted.
This week’s assignment: Feet
There’s nothing better than a pair of tiny pink feet of babies. These little feetses are oh so cute and oh so dainty, and it reminds you of the fact that one day, these tootsies won’t be so tiny anymore.
I may not have a bub of my own but I certainly have one that I can borrow. In this picture, my nephew Rai is all of 10 weeks old and sleeping in his stroller. I love that little tyke.
But! Although I don’t have a human baby, I do have two feline ones whom I love as much as I would my human baby. I love Emi’s little feet-paws because of the adorable pink padding on the underfoot.
No, this is not about the scam, nor is it about the story of the man who yelled “open sesame” to open a cave full of gold coins.
Rather, it’s about my Emi Kat. The not-so-little thing has learnt to open the doors in my house. These days, it’s not unusual to wake up to a house full of open cupboards because the furry fat cat has somehow wriggled her way through.
I managed to catch her in action one morning and dang if she isn’t adorable, flipping her hind legs up in the air here and there. It’s one of those things where you don’t know whether to be horrified at her audacity or laugh at her cleverness.
As I sit on my sofa typing this, Emi Kat is stretched out next to me, fast asleep. One year ago, she charmed me with her pseudo easy-going ways and I insisted on bringing her home. Husband wasn’t too keen but well, I guess it’s pretty obvious that I got my way, heh heh.
And then we took her home, only to realise that all that sitting contentedly on my lap? All that I’m a good kitten demeanour? HAH! CHARADE! If there is a feline equivalent of the Oscars, she would have nabbed it.
She HATES sitting on your lap. She chomps down on you – HARD – when you get on her nerves. She loves to jump onto the kitchen countertops despite our admonishing. She YELLS when you don’t let her into the bedroom. She YELLS when she is bored. She is so lazy that she SITS down when she is using the scratching post. She likes to sneak up on Coco from the back and take a bite at Coco’s legs. She tries to steal our food.
She melts our hearts when she curls up next to us on the sofa. She loves to flop onto the floor with a loud PLOP! at unexpected times. She loves to be around us, following us wherever we go. She likes to lick our arms and feet (very OUCH!). She runs ever so quickly when she realises that THERE’S FOOD! She whines like a baby. Her little pink snout turns orange sometimes and we don’t know why. When we can’t find her, all we need to do is to shake that bag of kitty treats and she’s out in a jiffy. She is utterly, utterly, tak glam.