Emok

Hi. I have this cat. Her name is Emok. It sorta means fat piece of shite, roughly translated, but she's not that fat. I didn't give her that name, though. I call her Eowyn, after the slayer of the Witch King Angmar, leader of the Nazguls. (Btw, i am a huge fan of LotR, my favourite character is Lady Galadriel, she badass mother-f)

I named her such because i had another cat before, my beloved Nazgul. He was my loyal servant, just like the Nazguls to Sauron. (Sorry for the plethora of LotR references) Also he was black as night, just like them. He was deadly scared of Eowyn. One day, he just went missing and never came home. And all of a sudden, Eowyn became friendly like Nazgul, which she was never before. That is why i suspected Eowyn had slayed my beloved Nazgul to obtain unrestricted and uncontested food.

She is sly, such a willy thing.

She is sneaky, letting people's guard down with her cute demeanour, but when you are not looking, BAM! She'll get on the table and grab a piece of chicken like lightning.

She'll let you pet and hold her, but if she gets annoyed or you touched her a bit too long or at a wrong place, BAM! She'll scratch you like cheetah protecting her kill from pesky scavengers.

She does that, a lot. But...i love her. Why? Because she is my spirit animal. She embodies me in more ways than i could say. Cunning, devious, tactical, intelligent, and not to mention furry. Hahaha.

She shows me how i am with people. I get close and warm up to get what i need, i stay loyal if you serve my purpose, but once you cross me, intentionally or not, I'll scratch ya.

She doesn't trust people so much, just like me. You kinda do that when you've been disappointed or been hurt by people. You put your guards up. You stay vigilant. You never tell anyone anything that could be used against you. Knowledge is power, people always say. Knowledge on you grants other people power over you.

The power to lie. The power to manipulate. The power to hurt.

And love is but a lowering of defences.

That is why i love my cat, who is both a testament of who i am, but also why i have become so. I guess we are victims of circumstance. Or maybe survivers of it.