Haru is slowly feeling more and more at home. It’s been almost two months since we moved back from KL to Ipoh, and the change in her is so obvious.
In the early days, she would hide under my bed in my room, too scared to explore. Now? Miss Freedom has discovered the whole house and refuses to be “room arrest” anymore. The moment I lock her in, she scratches the door, tries to pry it open, and meows so pitifully like I'm torturing her.
She’s gotten braver (and cheekier) too. In the wet kitchen, she somehow jumps all the way up to the highest boxes above the cabinets where my mum keeps her containers. And the outside world looks extra tempting — she loves sitting on the sofa, staring out at the porch like she’s planning her next escape.
Yesterday afternoon, I accidentally fell asleep while typing. Suddenly I jolted awake with this strong gut feeling: “Where’s Haru?!” I rushed downstairs… and yup, my dad had opened the front door. This naughty girl had slipped out and crawled under my car, refusing to come out — not even for treats!
After much coaxing and drama, we finally pulled her out.
Honestly, she’s becoming such a spoiled brat and total queen of the house. I’m pretty sure she thinks she owns the place now and we’re just her tenants. Everyone has to give in to her whims and fancies, even my dad!
Life with Haru = chaos… but also the cutest chaos ever.
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