Here is my cousin's cat, Shakir. Personally, I'll call him 'Marmalade'.
My cousin brought Shakir back when it was just a teeny-tot of a kitten. It grew up adoring my cousin and I guess my cousin always cuddled before dozing off.
Well, that is until my cousin got married. And moved out. WITHOUT him.
Shakir missed my cousin and with my cousin's every return to his parents' abode, where Shakir remained - this feline will cozy up to something that carries a strong scent of his owner.
....That will continue to linger in his senses even after my cousin had gone home. . .
...Guess at which corner of the house did I find this fella cozying up at?
There he was, nestled comfortably at where my cousin put his SNEAKERS. He rested his head on my cousin's sneakers for goodness sake!
*inhaled deeply* "Ahhhh... the scent of his feet.... My JOY. "
Trooped down to my other uncle's place, next. Wahh... after all that food, my eyes were getting really droopy, liao. Seriously.
. . . . G-O-A-L!!!!!!!!
I was jolted awake... Huh? Huh...? What? Oh, Chelsea scrored. Cheh..! My dad made me drink a a cup of black coffee. I downed another. Sheesh. I NEED ALL THAT CAFFEINE!
I did feel refreshed as the somewhat cool night air hit my skin. Phew! Yeah, we made it back safe and sound.
THE NEXT DAY. . .
Hey, my cousin's step-daughter has kids. Won't that make the kids, my cousin's grand children? My cousin's already a grandma. Then me??? Erk?! Grandma??? Noooo....