Raising a Polar Bear

As of late, I have come to find animals as a cheerful diversion. They are so mysterious and beautiful. Watching them play and rest is therapeutically peaceful and calming. Thomas seems to love his time grooming and playing with Knut (see video on the left). He is white as snow with saucy black eyes and nose. MashAllah he has the most endearing ways of purring and snuggling.

Not too long ago, I adopted two kittens, Oscar and Layla. They become a source of emotional strength and confidence for me. They gave me balance in life, I was able to do something recreational from home. They would curl up next to me, sometimes playing and biting my toes then falling asleep next to my feet while I studied. 

Layla

Oscar

Oscar was a pretty kitten, with peculiarly sleek glossy fur of dark yellow crossed with orange stripes, and large, satiny, golden ears. He was frolicsome kitten and stubborn at times. Layla had black and white stripes, she was a unique tabby who had these mascara lines on her eyes which made her look truly exotic. She was kind and friendly. I loved her soft voice. Her favourite activity was getting her belly brushed and tickled. 

Their bodies grew slowly and steadily but my love for them grew by leaps and bounds. They would look at me with their large eyes full of glee and promise. The most rosy and rainbowy moment of my day would be when they would chase after me. Their images still dance in my memory. I will forever miss their contended purring and innoence.