Cats were never my favourite. I detest them especially when they glare at you with piercing eyes and a smug look. I would never go near them, least of all have anything to do with them. My brother, however, is just the reverse. He adores cats and treats them as if they were his babies. He treats them even better than his own sister.
It was one very, very, unfortunate morning that I had a heated argument with my brother. My neighbour, who was a cat lover, handed his beloved cat to him for safe keeping as he had to go to China on business for a week. My brother agreed immediately without any second thought. I nearly had a heart attack when I was informed that that detestable animal was going to stay with us for a whole week!
The next morning, I woke up and was about to enter the bathroom when I stepped on the tail of Fluffy, the unwelcome guest. Fluffy let out a painful meow. Fortunately she did not retaliate by scratching me. I sniggered at it.
"Serve you right!" I muttered spitefully.
She could sense that I did not like it a single bit. Surprisingly, Fluffy did not treat me as her enemy. She tried to catch my attention with some of her silly ways. She would rub her body against my legs and that would cause me to scream out real loud. My brother would then rush to see what the matter was.
To my utter frustration, he would cuddle the cat and speak soothing words to it. I would fume with rage. That made me dislike Fluffy even more.
One night, I was sleeping soundly and having a whale of a time in Dreamland. Suddenly, I felt something furry on my face. I woke up immediately and got out of bed. It was Fluffy, mewing softly. I was irritated. Why did this pest keep looking for me when it was obvious I did not like her one bit? I glared fiercely at Fluffy, ready to throw her across the room when I noticed the light in the bathroom was switched on.
"Strange, shouldn't everybody be in bed already? Brother must have forgotten to switch off the light again..!" I muttered, scratching my head.
Having been reminded many times not to waste electricity, I got up to switch off the lights. To my horror, I spotted the motionless body of my brother on the floor. I screamed and both my parents scrambled to my side. All of us were shocked to see my brother unconscious on the floor. The ambulance was summoned and it arrived in a couple of minutes. My brother was rushed to the hospital immediately.
Investigations later revealed that my brother had suffered from a tumour in his head. It was promptly removed. As it was discovered early, there was no danger to his life. Thanks to Fluffy, my brother did not suffer much damage. My family was really grateful to Fluffy. She saved my brother's life. After that incident, my perception of cats completely changed. I began to treat Fluffy better and by the end of the week, we became good friends. I felt sad when my neighbour came to collect his beloved cat. I bade a tearful farewell to Fluffy and she let out a purr.
The following year, to my utter delight, I received a gift from Fluffy. She had given birth to half a dozen kittens and my neighbour presented me with the one that resembled Fluffy the most. I named him Fuzzy.
