A Broken Plate

30 April 2015, Thursday

The sun is bright shining the day. The birds are singing in the sky. Green trees around home make our living in nature. It was early in the morning. No. I just kidding. Nearly afternoon. I wake up and having my breakfast. I just sitting on the upper stair onto the floor. I just alone. Forever alone. I just have a friend name Marie. It is sitting on the ground. Who is Marie ? Marie is our cat. Our family too. Our lovely cat. My parents take care of it like their own family. My father never forget to buy extra fish for Marie while my Mom feed it like treating her own daughter. Talking about my Mom, she was not at home. She went to our cousin's house for preparation of her wedding.

How about now ? What I can do ?
I just broke up my Mom's plate. No. Not just me. Marie and I just broke Mom's plate. That is the truth. After having my breakfast, eating 'nasi goreng', I put the plate on the floor, nearly to the side of the floor.

My heart had a sense. "The plate will fell down and broke". But yet before I take the plate to put on the other side, I look into Marie. It is climbing the stair but nearly fell down. Marie seems felt hard to climb up because of her big tummy. Marie is a pregnant cat. And also facing a problem with it little leg, the back leg is kinda weak, when it walks, the leg can not balance with the body. So I decide to help it jump up to the floor. Then suddenly, when Marie jumped to the floor, the plate fell into the ground. Prang !

Oh my God ! I blame my self. Why I must put the plate there ? Why ? And now just look what happen ? What should I do ? Only after 45 seconds I make my decision. I need collect the broken plate and throw on the other place so my Mother do not know her plate was missing. No. Her plate was broken, by her daughter. No. Actually her plate was broken by her daughter and their cat.

I can see how my Mom's react if she knows about the incident. I look into the pieces broken plate. Like a broken heart.

First of all, I decide, I will act like nothing happen, even I feel guilt. Like a cat. Yup. Cat always react like nothing happen, even they broke down the expensive vase, they just let it broke. Yes, I will do like that. Because I am a cat person. My behaviour is also like a cat. Sleep throughout the day, and being lazy. Like a cat.

But after 5 minutes, I change my mind when I look at Marie. She seems feel guilt about the incident. She stares to the broken plate. She just staring but I know what she feels. If she knows to talk maybe it would be sounds like "Meow, we just broke Mom's plate. We must ask forgiveness and tell what happen." I think something like that.

Then I collect the broken plate and throw at under a coconut tree.

Half an hour, my Mom back home but I can not talk about the plate this now. I still need finished my cooking for our lunch time.

Then about one hour, I tell to my Mom. Everything. I feel terribly sorry to her. I am so glade that she seems not angry to us. But I do not guaranty that her heart was broken. I do not know. But I know she seems feel sad, maybe not really.

But I think my braveness to tell the truth is kinda an impressive. Because I did it because of my cat's response. Marie is such a good and clever cat. Marie never stole our food. It is part of our family, even though it was an adopted cat. Marie also teach us to appreciate what we had in our life. It also teach me to share love that will make our life full of happiness. Marie, a loving soul that I will never ever forget. Thanks for being my partner. Thanks for being in my life, buddy !


p/s : since I am very weak in English, this is just my trial to write an essay about my story with my cat, Marie. Sorry for any wrong in my essay !