As shallow as it may sound but i am mourning for my goth cat-- Kakashikamaru Asanori. He was my ninja, my animagi, my goth. Although holidays had been fun with friends from back home and from dear people who gave me tons of meal and loads of first-hand experience, it still would not succumb to the loneliness i feel right now. I was in the midst of celebrating the season-- Christmas and New Year-- and was never informed, until after the holidays, that my cat died on December 28,2010, days after I left home to work. I do not know what got in on that cat of mine that he suddenly went on hunger strike after I left. He's never been that type. When we're together, he wouldn't even give a shit with my presence.
I remember the first time I got him. I was in 2nd year college. Kashi was born half blind and weak and ugly from a very reckless mothercat. They were three of them, his sisters were both healthy and pretty. It was during that time that my sister and I were addicted to Naruto, we decided to name them after the characters from that anime. Sakura and Iruka was for my sister. I picked the odd one-- Kakashikamaru-- a joint name form Kakashi and Shikamaru, both my favorite characters from the anime. My mother thought that only my sister's would live and my chosen kitty would die since it was already given that he was half blind, and thin, and his mothercat never feeds him because unlike her other children, Kashi was of pure black. But i took care of him and he lived. It was an achievement. Kashi reflected back the strength that I give him. He grew up to be a brat since he was always being fed on a special plate and he sleeps on a special mat my mother gave him. My mother already had a liking to the black cat ever since he started growing up. On his first year, we discovered that Kashi was mute because he never ever purrs. We never hear a "meow" from the black cat. He was silent as ever. And snobbish at that! Whenever I would try to hug him , he scratches me and gives me his "killer eye" stare with his other living eye. He doesn't like to share a bed and a space when he sleeps and scowls when his space is being invaded when he eats.
My unforgettable experience with him was when our house was almost flooded because of a nonstop rain. the water almost reached out balcony and all the cats evacuated in the living room. We checked their attendance and noticed, to our great dismay, that Kashi was missing! I went out in the flood and called him out. I was about to lose my voice when i heard a small "meow". The sound came from our basement where the flood already consumed half of the space and there I saw my Kashi. Dad was not around to fetch him that time and my mother and sister were too busy hustling the other cats, I had no choice but to breathe deeply, crawl in, and rescue my cat. That was the first time I heard him meow. Kashi got kinder to me after that. He would sleep on my tummy, my back on the floor on a warm summer's day and he wouldn't give me wounds when he scratches. But it didn't last long. I've already learned that Kashi is solitary. He doesn't want to get close with me. But i knew he likes me and the feeling is mutual.
Kashi
Who is that black ninja up on the roof
Camouflaged by the night, eyes all aloof?
Regret with his claws, fear with his stare
Kashi is a mistery I'd like to bear.
What darkness he holds! What silence he wears!
Mortal men could never notice him there!
The air he exudes is of that royalty!
Yes that's his gothness! Yes, That's my Kashi!
Where did he go? Which master did he choose?
I trust his intelligence would be put to use!
Kakashikamaru-chan, wherever you stray,
Your black shiny fur will be in my heart to stay.
I will miss you Kashi.TT
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