He is one of the first babies born at my house.
His trick is to climb one's back.
What he does is,
stand on the lid of a dustbin
placed behind a washing sink
next to the bathroom
(not a toilet, mind you),
and, whenever someone is
standing in front of the sink,
he will start to climb
with the claws of his paws.
Ok, it is cute,
but it really hurts...
The reason I let him do it
as much as he wants is
because I feel very sorry for him.
One day,
he played with a jug of water
in the kitchen and
dropped it from the top
of the kitchen counter.
Naturally water spilt
all over in the kitchen.
It took a lot of trouble
to clean it up.
I scolded him, shoved him,
and yelled at him.
He, realizing my violent anger,
showed an expression of disbelief
and then he looked really sad.
He took to his heels
from the scene.
At a glance of his behavior,
I felt acute pain of regret
in my heart.
I shouldn't have scolded him.
I felt so, so, sorry for him.
How much fear I planted
in his mind!
So I ran after him,
and apologized many times,
shedding tears.
I told him he could do anything,
anything would be forgiven,
because I loved him.
After that
his habitual climbing started.
Ok, it may be painful,
but that is his expression
of affection for me.
I can take it
whatever pain it might cause...
I do love you,
all day and every day.
Please stay with me, Amaro