My First Love

I haven’t had a first love yet in the traditional sense. I have not loved a person that is not a member of my family. I have had crushes but have not loved anyone. That is because I don’t believe you can love a person unless you know them. I’ve had crushes on classmates and celebrities, but I have not truly known these people. Therefore I have never had my first love in that sense.

However, I have loved many things in my life. I could say my first love was my first car or my first pet. I would probably say that it was my first pet, since I got her before I got my first car. And I do love her. So there, my first love is a cat.

She was born 9 years ago at my grandparents’ house. Her mom had just chosen to live with my grandparents. Seriously, my granddad had seen her around the yard several times and she had been keeping house in their woodshed and one evening my granddad decided that he would try and get her in to the house. She hasn’t left since. And I am glad for if she didn’t stay I would not have my baby.

Tintti had two sisters. They were born in February with the careful aiding of my granddad. That is one more thing that I cherish in Tintti, she is a precious connection to my granddad now that he is no longer with us. My cousin took the other two and Tintti would have been left for my grandparents so I talked my mom into taking her.

She is my precious thing. The first night she came with us, she hid under a cabinet and we looked her for hours. And finally she came out and walked onto my lap. It was love. And I still love her as much, if not more than I did that day. I’ve made precious memories with her and will make lots of more.

So there, my cat, Tintti is my first love.

A mid-study nap

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Here is my tired studypartner. I’m studying for the entrance exams to study biology in university and my beloved studypartner decided that my biology dictionary is the best pillow ever. πŸ˜€
Or maybe she’s trying to tell me that I study too hard and need to spend some time petting her πŸ™‚ Anyway, she doesn’t look like she’s gonna move so I’ll have to make do with something else to read.

What love is

I love a lot of things, my family, Tintti(my cat), other animals, nature, my friends, photographing, writing, a lot of stuff.

You can love pretty much anything, and the love is always different, depending on the object of the love. But some things are always the same.

In my opinion the things you love shape and define you just the same as the things you do.Β 

Your family is the base of your individuality. Whether you wanna be just like your family or wanna break free from the family ways. I know my family has shaped me, they’re all animal lovers like me, that’s the part where I wanna be like them because I love them. But then there are things, that even though I love them, I don’t wanna learn from them. I don’t wanna be as prejudiced as some of my family members. And even though not all of my family members see eye-to-eye with my views of the world, my wish to travel the world, live abroad and live my life protecting nature and making decisions that help the environment, I love them. The fact that they don’t always seem to believe in me makes me want to Β prove myself to them. I wouldn’t wanna do that if I didn’t love them, their opinion wouldn’t matter to me if I didn’t. So my family shapes me.

I love photographing, because it gives me a way to show the world as I see it. It gives me a way to show other people the beauty of an animal, plant or a simple moment of life. I can show what matters to me in this world.

My love for animals and nature shapes my career wishes. I’d love to become a biologist, so I could help animals and other organisms and maybe make other people realize how important and beautiful they all are in their own way.

In my opinion, love is something that shapes us to be the people we are. No matter how much we try not to let them, the people and things we love, change us. When you love something, you can’t imagine your life without it. Like when you have a dear friend or a family member and for some reason you lose them, it leaves a hole in your life, but most of all, it leaves a hole in your heart. That’s what love is to me. Unconditional caring. You think you can’t live without the things you love. But sometimes you have to let them go, it hurts at first, but you learn to live without them with time. Pets and loved-ones die, but their memory stays forever in your memory. The hurt of losing something you love may never go away, but in time it lessens.Β 

That’s what I call love.

Things and people you don’t wanna let go, but sometimes have to.Β 

Things that make us who we are, things that shape us.

Passions, that we can share with the world.Β 

First time out after the winter

Today was a lovely day, sun was shining and it was warm, so I decided it was time to take Tintti out. She’s a typical indoor-cat so she doesn’t go out that much, and she’s pretty timid when she’s outside and I have to stay with her so she won’t accidentally run under a car or something, especially Β because we live so near downtown.

 

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You can never be too careful, just sneaking around πŸ™‚

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And a little snack, grass.

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A little farther away from the door.

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What’s that?

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Hey, that looks interesting..

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Did I her a door opening?

Animals in my life

I have many animals in my life. Firstly, I have my cat, Tintti. She’s very special to me because she’s my first own pet. When I was little we had another cat called Mikki but she was my sister’s cat. I got Tintti from my grandmother when her cat had babies, Tintti was the last one and I convinced my mum to allow me to take it. I remember when we brought her home. She was really tiny, just about two or three months old and she could get anywhere she wanted. She was really scared after the hour drive from my grandmother’s and when she finally got inside she started to look around the place. For a while we continued our day as it would’ve normally but after about an hour we realized Tintti was nowhere to be seen. We looked everywhere and I was starting to panic, where had she gone? Finally I found her in the corner of my room under a storage box that was like ten centimeters up from the floor. I tried to coax her out of there but she wouldn’t come. I remember I cried that she hates me and that we have to take her back, and that was the moment she came to me and stood in my lap. From that moment on I’ve known she loves me.

I also have other animals in my life. My sister has two cats called Haru and Sora. They’re about half a year older than Tintti and they’re really a cute couple. Haru is the lively one who’s almost always somewhere near begging for petting πŸ™‚ Sora Β is the shy girl who needs some coaxing to get her out of her shell. She’s became even more careful when my sister and her boyfrined got a dog called Lady. It took some time and she’s still getting used to the new comer after almost a year but she’s coming around. Both cats are dear to me in their own way and they also sometimes get to be the object of my photographing. Lady is like one of my friends. She’s a lively dog and I love that about her. She also gets to be in my pictures whenever she can be still for enough time for me to take pictures.

My grandmother has two cats and a dog. Misu, the older cat is special to me because she’s Tintti’s mother. Without her i wouldn’t have my lovely little baby πŸ™‚ Repsu is the little one who likes to be held and petted. And then there’s Rosi, the dog. She’s like one of my best friends. She gets sad whenever I’m not with my parents when they go visit my grandmother and I always feel bad when I’m not going with them because of it πŸ™‚ We have a lot of fun together whenever we’re visiting them. We walk around in the woods around my grandmother’s place and we play in the riverbank and also she’s the object of many pictures πŸ™‚

My brother has four dogs. Three little ones and one big one. The big one is called Moppe and he’s ultimately my favorite πŸ™‚ He likes petting and he’s never gonna get enough of it. He looks at you with these cute little chocolate brown puppy-eyes and you can’t help but melt(well, at least I can’t) This is probably one of the reasons why he’s my favorite but it could also be ’cause I like big dogs, little dogs are too little. Dogs should be big πŸ™‚ The little dogs have lots of energy an they’re the little rebels but still, they’re special to me too because they each have their own personality.

I really don’t have much options but love animals with a family like mine πŸ˜€ I would love to become a biologist and help the endangered animals all over the world so maybe it’s a good thing my family loves animals too πŸ™‚