In this part of my country, most people prefer having a dog as their pet rather than cats.
While everyone’s preferences differs, I stick to mine which is that I love cats so much. These cats belong to my Dad, he loves them so much.
One thing that makes me scold my dad's cat is the attitude of them jumping on my fish or meat in the house.
Each time I am holding a fish, especially when I am trying to wash a smoked fish and put it inside my soup, this cats will appear in the kitchen out of nowhere and begin to act as if they want to snatch the fish from me.
Most times, I cut the heads of the fish and give it to them and they tend to enjoy it so much.
My younger brother is fund of feeding them with milk. They love drinking so much milk.
They also love eating squirrels in the bush. One day, the bigger one, which we call “tiger” ran off into the bush and even when we finished cooking rice and put the rice for it in its plate, we called it but it refused to come home.
It was later on, when I went to fetch some water at the borehole close to our house and adjacent to a nearby bush, I saw the cat “tiger” laid on the ground like a pregnant woman, beside it was the fresh tail of a squirrel it had devoured.
I wasn't surprised because that was not the first time. I later understood why it refused to eat the rice we kept for it in its plate and the reason it refused to answer its name when we called it.
After relaxing for sometimes in the bush, it finally came home. I came out of the house to see it laying beside it's sister on our bamboo chair. That was how I took the picture above.
I will love to share more about my dad's cats and the things they love to do, during my subsequent posts.