The Joy and Laughter of My Lockdown Cat, Haru

Haru, our lockdown cat is not a very affectionate cat. She doesn’t like hugs or belly rubs. She doesn’t jump onto my lap to snuggle up or to ask for a chin rub. But strangely, she has a calming presence in my life.

Whenever I’m seething with anger or feel sad, the presence of this fur ball seems to melt my stress away. She doesn’t judge, argue, answer back rudely or complain. And she’s easily satisfied. Haru is more than just a pet, she’s my therapy cat. Just stroking her soft fur and hearing her purr can help me feel more grounded.

Last Friday no one was home at night and Haru waited for us to come home. Hubs was in Kota Kinabalu, Alycia had gone for supper with a friend, Sherilyn was at her dance class, and I was at the skating rink with Cass. When Cass and I got home at around 11 p.m., Haru was beside the main door, waiting for us. With droopy sleepy eyes, she was trying hard not to fall asleep. My heart melted when I saw her loafing next to the door, waiting for us to be home ❤️.

Haru looking for Alycia in her sister’s room this morning. Alycia had gone to Melaka for a one-night stay.
My silly girl trying to catch sun reflections from the morning sun, every single morning.

Cass and I gave Haru a bath last week. It was our first time bathing Haru. Sherilyn usually does the job.

Haru has been an important part of my mental health toolkit. She’s given me a reason to smile and laugh on the toughest days.

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