Dear Old House in Cubao,
How are you keeping? I miss you. I remember how we spent a sleepless Sunday night packing up the remainder of our luggage to take with us on the plane. You listened in as mother, my two cousins, and I shared ghost stories while having coffee at 2 in the morning.
We left you at 4AM on a Monday for us to catch a flight to this new city. We arrived here at around 10AM (still Monday). A welcoming committee picked us up from the airport, and we drove down to the lowlands and onto the heart of The City.
We arrived at our new house, right in the heart of The City and in front of a main highway, around 11 AM, floating on a fog brought on by our lack of sleep.
We expected to have a quiet lunch with just the family and then probably catch more than forty winks before being presented to the general populace… But all was well – free lunch and good company. Short speeches and words of welcome all around. The rest of the day was filled with social calls from envoys of various affiliations who wanted to welcome mother.
In case you are wondering about this move and why we left you after staying there for a year (me) and four years (mother), it was because of mother’s new job. I’ll post more about this later, considering that I am still thinking of ways to weave a veil* over mortals’ eyes so that they would not know the true appearance of things. In short, I am still looking for appropriate pseudonyms for this new life.
Now the family’s here – including the feline members – and we are still adapting to yet another major move. There are still nomads who roam the earth, and their existence is not limited to the desert sands of Arabia and Africa. I have mixed feelings about this.
Oh yeah, the cats are fine. I know you’d want to know what happened to them after Luigi’s initial reaction of being placed in a cage with his mother and younger sib. He could have freed all three of them with his jumping around and shrieking like, er, a caged animal.
Luigi’s relatively fine now. I understand his situation because he did have a girlfriend there – the stray across the street – and I am sure that they had arrangements and plans for their future before we unceremoniously whisked Luigi away to practically another planet where his interaction is limited to human feet and polished furniture. No birds or sewer rodents to prey on in here. Worst of all, his blossoming romance was nipped at the bud.
The two other cats are already quite adapted, and are now using the space beneath the sofa as their own command center. They have become quite adept at ambushing any pair of feet that dared cross their territorial boundaries – wreaking havoc on nice ladies’ stockings.
So far, so good. But of course, the other issues are reserved until I get to create the veil.
The rest of our cargo is yet to arrive. It’s still with the shipping company. Meanwhile, I’m off to do some shopping for household needs. We came here without pots and pans and I am hankering for boiled rice and chop suey for lunch.
Catch you later. Cafe’s still in business, although in (yet) another city.
Tah-tah and all those mushy bits.
All my love,
*refer to Percy Jackson, please