Meowstory #1 | Luca

My name is LucaI live on the lorong floor. I live behind your room.Yes, I think you've seen me before.

This is Luca, the photogenic street cat. He can pose candid photos way better than me (that's fo' sho'). He's not really my cat because I don't keep him at home because I'm currently living under my relatives' roof. Just like the lyrics, Luca sleeps by the street.

Luca and I have a very interesting beginning. He used to wander around the alley where I normally park my car. Everytime he sees me, he will come running at me and meow at me to touch and stroke him. That's when I started buying kibbles and keep in my car so that I could feed him and other stray cats around the neighborhood. I have always wondered why he always shows up at the right time, then only I discovered Luca hears and responds to the sound of my house keys clinking each other. From then on, every morning and evening I will shake my keys like there's no tomorrow, and Luca will come running.

It always melt my heart to see him.

Besides that, he has this trick whereby he does a mini jump and knock his head on my hand. NGAWWWW~~~

By the way, Luca can't meow properly, which is really funny. It always sounds as though he has a thick phlegm in this throat, google says this has something to do with the larynx or bronchus. Which reminds me, I need to take him to the vet.

Luca is to lovable. When I pour food on the ground, he will ignore the food and brush his body against my legs over and over and over again until I say my goodbye.

I should stop talking about Luca or I will go on till tomorrow.

Stay tuned to my next Meostory about Luca's wife, Skippy.