Pet Parenting, Photography, Uncategorized

Real Life Neko Atsume

I’ve been playing Neko Atsume a lot lately. I collected quite a lot of pictures of different cats there and I actually got to see almost all of them. I remodeled the house twice, too, and bought a lot of toys, giving me more chance to see them all. :p

Then I realized, we’ve got a lot of cats here in our compound. I immediately fetched my camera and took a few shots. 🙂



Pet Parenting, Photography, Uncategorized

Pet Photography

I don’t edit pictures yet, but I really enjoy taking photos of my pets (and their friends).


“Draw me like one of your French girls.”

This is Selina. He’s a Puspin that my father adopted a year after we had Padfoot. Before we had him, I really hated cats. I grew up with cats around but they were never pets to me. They were just unwelcome guests and they’re really annoying. They’re too noisy especially at night and when they’re in heat, they reproduce too much and too often and they steal food so it’s dangerous to leave an opening to your house if you have food on the table. When I was young, these cats would get out of your way when you walk but later on, they became too at home, I think they feel that the place is actually theirs. Some of these cats would even threaten to scratch or hiss when you walk near them, even when you don’t touch them at all.

Selina was the first one we adopted. My father actually brought him home from their friends house. He said he like him because he was sweet and playful, unlike most cats in our compound. He like chasing moving objects and grabbing them with his two front paws. He likes catching feet, too. He hides or pretends to be asleep and suddenly grab your feet as you walk by. He walks with me to the gate when I go out and from there to the house when I arrive. He calls out to us on the window when it’s time to eat. He also learned to sit, sit pretty and stay because he wanted to get treats when I train Padfoot. He and Padfoot eventually became buddies and they sleep together most of the time.

Why Selina when he’s a he, though? Well, we thought he was a girl when he was little. We only noticed his balls later on, but we didn’t change the name because he’s already responding to it.

C2 (Selina 2)


This is NOT Selina. He’s a doppelganger, a spy, an undercover agent, an impostor. My cousin called him C2 (Selina 2, she thought his name is spelled with a ‘C’). I thought he was Selina at first, too, and wondered why he’s reluctant to share with the other cats and wasn’t eating in his food bowl at Padfoot’s house. I saw him trying to make his way through other cats to share food, I called him and went to add food on his bowl but when I looked, Selina was there. “Oh, ang bilis mo naman tumakbo, nandyan ka na agad,” I said. (“Oh, you’re fast, you’re already there.”) But I looked again and realized that it was not Selina who was trying to share food with the other cats. The real Selina is eating in his food bowl.

This one eventually stayed in our compound. He mimics other cats to get food, but he mimics Selina the most. I think he realized he looked like Selina. He would stay and meow at our window like Selina does when it’s time to eat. He rubs his body on my legs whenever I go out. He makes lambing to me and my cousins like Selina usually does. He walks near Padfoot because Selina stays near him almost all of the time. But Padfoot discovered he’s not Selina when he tried to sniff him and he started barking at C2 from then on. I sometimes catch C2 getting back at Padfoot when he barks at him though, I hope they learn to get along soon (Edit: I think they’re actually starting to get along). I find what C2 does to fit in in his new environment amusing and I’m actually entertained by his actions. I like him. I don’t mind him staying in our compound. Well, as long as he doesn’t hurt my Padfoot though.

Pet Parenting

Being a First-time Dog Parent

I’ve always wanted a dog. Unfortunately, I wasn’t allowed to have one because my grandparents didn’t want to have dogs inside our compound. Stray cats, however, always found their way in, and I hated them. It was late 2013 when a co-worker’s dog gave birth to 8 wonderful puppies and she can’t keep them all. I immediately called my dad and asked him if I can get one. He said “yes” and told me he’ll talk to my aunt and grandfather about it. Yeeeey!

So before Christmas that year, we took home a cute, shy but super adorable little puppy and I named him Padfoot. It was a very wonderful Christmas gift! It was my first time to be a dog-parent. I didn’t know what to do, but I’m still happy about everything.

I was scared of him at first. He was a big puppy. He had a medium sized mother and a labrador father. I was afraid he’d bite me. I didn’t know how to really interact with him, so I searched. I searched online for guides on what and how to feed him, how to train him and how to teach him tricks.

I only had hamsters and rabbits in the past and I hated the stray cats at home. It was my first time to have a pet that needed so much attention. Padfoot needed to be taken out of his house every few hours to let him pee or poo, he needs time to go out to run and play to use up his daily supply of energy, he needs bath at least twice a week and his house needs to be cleaned regularly as well. My father and cousins helped me out, especially on the cleaning parts.

Everything went quite well. In a year, I was able to teach Padfoot a few tricks. He can sit, come when called (if he’s not busy chasing cats), stay, stand, walk, look at me, go back home (“uwi” in tagalog), climb up and down the stairs (“akyat” and “baba”), lay down (“dapa”), crawl (“gapang”), turn around (“ikot”), come closer (“lapit”), stand on two feet, and a few more tricks on command. Some of these still need polishing but I’m still happy about it. It makes me proud because this is my first time.

My father went to work (out of the country). I still had my cousins around, so nothing really changed. Although I can’t take Padfoot out for walks outside our compound like my father can (because he’s so big and heavy, he can drag me if I’m not steadily standing), I let him out to play and run around the compound for a few minutes every few hours. My cousin cleans Padfoot’s house whenever I let Padfoot out to play or give him baths. I call my cousin to “help” clean up Padfoot’s poop as well. I never helped.

It was only when I my cousin went to his father for the new year that I realized how it really is to fully be a dog parent. He stayed there for around two weeks. I needed to do everything I wasn’t doing before, from keeping Padfoot clean, to keeping his house clean, to cleaning-up his poop and everything. It was a LOT harder, and I didn’t really realize it before. I was only doing the fun stuff.

I’m thankful that I was given a chance experience taking care of my pet alone. I had clearer sense of how hard it really is to adopt a dog. I used to want a husky, and I still want one, but I don’t think I’d get one anymore because I’m afraid I won’t be able to really give him the care he needs. Padfoot is enough. And maybe I’d get a smaller dog a few years from now.

Now, my cousins are back, and so are the help they extend in taking care of my beloved first child. I’m glad I’m not alone in this. I’m still thankful that I live in this compound. My grandfather eventually liked Padfoot. My aunt eventually accepted him. My mother still won’t touch him but shows care for him by waking me up every morning and telling me that Padfoot is already hungry. She also talks to him whenever she passes by him. She just don’t like it when he gets excited and jumps. I’m happy everyone here eventually loved him and cared for him. It encourages me and makes me want to be able to do more, teach him more, care for him more and love him more.