Social Ladders

They look like that one big, red pimple you have on your face. They act like the allergies that are itchy. They are simply annoying. Social climbers or elitists are easy to pinpoint because they stand out from the crowd in an ugly, hideous way.

 

Social climbers try so hard to gain friends. Not just friends but the ones who are very known by pretty much everybody and who are really cool to be friends with. Social climbers will do everything to be one of the elite or to be on top even if it means stepping on others or ditching their old loyal and friends for popular peers. They do not know that while they think they’re on their way up, they’re actually bringing themselves down. Most of the social climbers are boastful about their material things to fit in the rich,popular crowd.

 

Elitists make friends for what they have. May it be they wealth, social status and looks.

They sometimes follow your fashion sense to then again, fit in but unconsciously making themselves hated for being an elitist. Social climbers who aim to be one of the elite think they know everything about fashion but cannot even pronounce Louis Vuitton right.

 

They do not notice it but they are already hated because of their irritating actions and inconsiderate decisions on leaving their friends for the famous. These elitists are to be confronted right away when you feel like they already act like one. Whatever they want to achieve for their social status, they are not gaining but instead they are losing a lot from friends to reputation. 

On Cat nips and Bones

 

Everybody is confused on which specie to have as a pet: a cat? Or a dog? This can start a war between dog owners and cat owners. But the real question is, which is better?

 

Dogs and cats are the most common household pets. Sure a hamster, a fish, a turtle, or an exotic snake will do as a pet, but no pets can be as cozy as cats and dogs. Plus, they are most likely to be tamed than that of the other animals. Despite their differences, these furry friends have a lot in common. Aside from being mammals, both species are domesticated. They can also be attached to owners especially when they are always taken care of. Both cats and dogs need love and affection and when they give it back to their owners, it will surely melt their persons heart.

 

On their differences, let’s start off with man’s best friend, the dog. They are servants of their persons or owners and this is the reason why dogs are capable of being trained with tricks. They can fetch, roll over, play dead, jump, stand on their legs and a lot more tricks when trained well. Dogs get more attached to their humans than any other animal can be. They are also protective to their owners and can most likely save you from harm even in the water that’s why they’re used for the police. When their owners get home, dogs greet them with wagging tails, tongues out and ears bent over ready to lick their owners showing their happiness to their masters. However, dogs will need to have a lot of maintenance. For big dogs, owners will have to feed them big bowls of food thus, big stools will come out when it’s time for them to poop. Speaking of poop, if trained as a puppies, it would take 1-2 weeks for them to learn how to poop in the spot. When visitors come inside the house, dogs tend to go crazy. They bark loudly, leap around, jump on newcomers, growl or worst, even bite the people they think are aliens to the house. Due to high domestication, dogs lost their abilities to hunt like their cousin fox and wolves and this is why owners need to walk them regularly if there is time. When left alone, dogs can turn a living room into somewhere a group of teenagers must have had a slumber party. They chew on sofa’s, pillows, socks, clothes, or on almost everything. Dogs are hype and when they don’t have anything to do, they’ll most likely rip off the pillow cases and have fun with the insides. See those balls behind dogs? they are just ugly. Although they can be removed, it will cost money and of course, it will also result infertility. Dogs also need frequent baths because they easily smell due to the secretions they produce.

 

The pet that is said to have nine lives– the cat. According to animal.discovery.com, they treat guests politely and would rather observe visitors from afar. Cats bathe themselves because they are basically afraid of the water and don’t even try tossing a cat into a lake. This is also the reason why they don’t smell right away and why they smell good. Cat’s are in the felidae or feline family which means they are related to lions, tigers, cheetahs, leopards and jaguars. Which also means they are born with natural hunting skills. Their skills in hunting make them more independent than any other household pet because even if they are left alone without food, they will feed themselves. Cats are no doubt, quieter than dogs (unless the dogs breed is Basenji, a dog that could not bark). They don’t meow at newcomers instead, they just hide somewhere inconspicuous like under the table or on their bed. Cats don’t need to be leashed because they don’t need walks. They are contented to be somewhere warm like on a pillow or on the bed even on a sunny day. A stroke on the back, a scratch behind the ears, under the chin or on the neck will make a cat purr and this signifies the the cat is happy. They don’t need to act wildly, lick the owners cheeks or bark for food. Cat’s prefer to purr because it gives the owners a massage like sensation when their neck vibrates and this is their way of begging. They are easily potty trained for litter box unlike any other pet. However, cats can cause asthma to those who are very prone of the attack. They also tell you to “pet me, slave” that’s why they tend to be lazy, sleepy and wouldn’t care if someone just passed by. When left alone with no toy, they will play on your drapes, scratch on furnitures and will them with ugly scratch marks. Was there any police carrying a leashed cat with them? No, because cat’s are independent and would most likely run away if the owner is in danger.

 

So which is better? The feline or the canine? It actually depends on the type of pet owner. If they’re seeking for energetic and strong bonds, the dog is on duty. If they need neat and quiet affection or companion, the cat it is. There is nothing to compete for on which pet is more appropriate because the pets behavior always depends on how they are treated and how they are mistreated.

 

 

You have Cat to be Kitten me right Meow

“Curiosity killed the cat”. Apparently, this idiom is the opposite to how I found my kitty cat, Wuffy. I found him because of the urge to check him out. Why he was crying out loud, where’d hi mommy go? The night I found him was a glorious one. God gave me an unexpected blessing.

The kittens cry is just disturbing and I couldn’t stop but wonder what was happening to the poor thing. I went down from the Humanities Building to the parking lot nearby and sitting  a little kitten. The kitty fur like that of a cotton ball, ears of a fennec fox and a pair of doe eyes. This is probably love at first sight and I think my eyes are watery. How could something so furry, so small, so helpless, be standing in front of me?

“You have cat to be kitten me right meow” I said to myself in a very low volume, approaching him slowly without dragging my foot on the rocky asphalt road. I slowly extend my right arm with palms facing upright. I wanted to make the I-will-massage-your-neck kind of gesture because a cat would most likely run away if the palms are facing downright. He’s just still but the crying stopped after I massaged his neck. Then I held him with my two hands, placed him on my chest and carried him like a baby. The poor kitten ‘meowed’ and I guess that meant he liked me.

Carrying him with care, I go upstairs with an obvious trace of happiness on my face. I find my classmates surrounding me, pinching the kittens cheek, and praising him for his cuteness. I bet he’s feeling like a prince right now, having my arm as a throne and my stroking hand as a crown. My classmates then asks me what I’m going to name him. I was never ready for these kinds of situations when you are challenged to name a kitten. naming a kitten is almost like naming your own baby if you want to keep it. “Wuffy. I’m going to name him Wuffy. I’m going to take care of him and treat him like my own kid.”

Wuffy is probably 8 months old. He is healthy and his fur is still like that of a cotton ball. He is active, playful, cute and luckily, he does not poop inside the house but rather in his kitty litter. I found him for a reason and that was to stop him from crying,welcome him to our warm family and be lonely no more.

The Cat’s third life

I did not remember what I ate for lunch last Tuesday but I did remember the moment I stepped on that home base. It was during UP intramurals 2012 when I played softball for ArtsComm Bullets. I can never forget that breathtaking moment when I bit my lip as I stepped on that big ass of a plate.

                The weather was hot and I was feeling nervous. Because the batter before me already had three strikes and that is equivalent to an out. So I tried to calm myself down because I was shaking so bad I almost felt like I was going to drop the heavy aluminum bat. “You can do this Mikey. Eyes on the ball” I whispered to myself while going into position.

 My legs were two feet apart, my knees bent and body slightly leaning forward. I wrapped the bat with my two hands and held it over my rear shoulder.  My sweat trickled down my forehead as I waited for the pitcher to deliver the ball. Then came the moment when she threw the ball with accuracy. I swung the bat with power and confidence that I might hit the ball, but it turned out that I wasn’t able to hit it.

“Steeerike!”, the umpire called as I looked down with disappointment. I had only two strikes left and if I fail for the third time I’m out. I positioned myself again, wiped off the sweat on my eyebrows as it was distracting me. For the second time I missed the ball.

I growled silently because I was frustrated.I asked myself , why can’t I hit the ball? It was big and yellow, how could I even miss it? But I still had a third chance, my last card. As I went back to position I calmed myself mentally and spiritually. I looked at the ball and tried to imagine that it was an enemy way back when I was high school. I tried to think that I have waited for this moment wherein I could hit her so hard it’d send her light years away.

I did the sign of the cross hastily to make sure God was with me. The pitcher delivered and this time t’was fast. I swung the bat and “PING!”. The ball flew upward but not too high though. The first baser opened her mitts and was so sure she could catch my ball. But she missed it so I threw the bat away and ran as fast as I can to the first base then to the second base, to the third and finally stepped on what I thought of was a shining piece of plate waiting for me.

I did it, I did a home run for the first time. I was feeling ecstatic as my team mates approached me with faces of success and happiness. All of them where cheering but I couldn’t hear anything but the voice in my head: “You did it”. I felt really happy right after . Because of this I slept at 1:oo a.m. in the morning just thinking about the experience. It definitely unforgettable not even Alzheimer’s can wipe it away from my memory.

A wild cat rather than a Garfield

 

                There are two things you need to know about me. First, I am Don Mica Calimbo, Mica for short. But my friends pronounce it as “My-ca” because they say it sounds better. At home they call me Hershey not because my skintone is like that of chocolate but because  they didn’t want to call me Strawberry which was their first choice for naming me. They were afraid people might call me “Berry”for short, or worst “Straw”and they think it would be awful and weird.

                Second, I live with my parents in 13 Quezon Blvd. Cebu City, Philippines. I have three little boys after me since I am the eldest. In addition to that, we have one common denominator; All of us love the family cat, Wuffy.

                I decided to create this soon-to-be-awesome blog because I want to share to the world most especially parents and grown-ups about my experiences as a cat lover and a teenager and will get to know me more. They’ll also probably get a hint of how teenagers behave hopefully, they’ll will understand them. Readers will also find unusual but interesting and informative topics.

                Living my life, taking risks and doing what makes me genuinely happy, this is what my blog will be blabbering about. Because unlike a cat, I can’t have all the chances, oppurtunities and second time around’s in the world.