This weekend I once again did something that I've never done before. I took some cats to a recent sterilization clinic, where the cats were spayed and neutered.
Since I was a child I have been aware of cats who haunt our house (in the Philippines) near dinnertime, who have heard the sound of metal on ceramic (the stray cat signal for "food"). We have never kept any cats in the house. So when I saw American movies and TV shows where the pets were kept inside the house, it made me think. I was pretty sure that the cats who frequented the back area of our house in the Philippines were my pets, but according to my Western sensibilities (which I back then considered foreign) they weren't. So I reached a tacit compromise: I'd call them my pets, but I refrained from giving them names.
So now we come to last week, where I am standing in the middle of an animal clinic where Guam Animals in Need was holding a sterilization campaign, with six clipboards in hand, and the same number of kittens in a box. All six clipboards are asking for a Pet Name.
The next time I saw them I understood the difference between the cats that hung around our house in the Philippines and these cats.
These cats are my pets.
Sorry for never coming up with names for you all, but hopefully you like the ones I gave you.
Alice, Belle, Calvin, Dale, Eleanor, Felice.
Thanks for reading.
Song in my head: Taylor Swift, "Our Song".
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