Life with Moori: Lessons in Love, Strength & Gratitude

Moori the Roommate 🐾

 I never imagined how much a little ball of fur could teach me about love, patience, and even family. My cat, Moori, has been my roommate, my comforter, and sometimes even my teacher.

Do you know what it feels like to be expecting to be a grandmother only to find out it’s not happening? That’s how I felt when I discovered my baby girl Moori turned out to be a boy!

For the longest time, I have  seen Moori as a royal Queen. I was even preparing for her future dreaming of finding a handsome and noble male cat who would treat her with dignity. I watched for signs: her chest, her heat cycle, her growth. She’s six months old now, and I was convinced.

Boom. A friend who owns six cats came visiting. (I almost called him lonely why should I? Six cats is company enough! 😂) He looked at Moori and dropped the bomb: “This is a male cat.” Mogbe! Male kee?! He even Googled and showed me proof. And yes, confirmed he’s got balls.

Suddenly, all the strange behaviours made sense. His territoriality. The way he marks my clothes. The other day, I was dressing up to go out, and Moori looked me dead in the eye while urinating on my dress, as if to say, “What will you do?”

At first, I was heartbroken no grandmother dreams. But it made me think of my mum. Some of my siblings have given her grandchildren, while I haven’t yet. And still, her patience, love, and support for me remain unshaken. Mama, I am deeply grateful for you. 💜

Well, that doesn’t mean I won’t ever be a grandmother. It might just take a little more time because now we’ll have to find a queen, a worthy female cat, whom His Highness will accept. Until then, I’ll keep laughing at this unexpected twist in my pet-parent journey.

Moori, however, is more than just a cat. He is a sweet roommate kind and soft in his own way. He knows how to demand attention, and when I ignore him, he makes sure I can’t keep doing so for long. Sometimes I think: if only human beings asked for attention this way, and if only their partners responded… maybe we would have fewer divorces.

For a cat, love is simple. Its love language is attention, food, and royal treatment. In Moori’s case, that royal treatment includes massage and Cuddling time. He follows me around the house, going wherever I go. I’ve noticed he now understands when I’m about to leave. Sometimes, he just watches quietly as if saying, “Finally, she’s going out I get some cat me-time.” Other times, he insists I pet him before stepping out. 

Honestly, if only some humans could learn their partner’s love languages and actually give it to them (and vice versa), relationships would shine brighter than half the drama we see and hear every day. Nobody should come for me o! I’m just saying, if cats get it right, what’s stopping us humans? 😂

Food-wise, he is something else. His main meal is tuna, but he has developed a taste for cucumbers. And occasionally, he enjoys a suya treat. This cat enjoys groundnuts too. Who knew cats could have such Nigerian cravings?

Of course, it’s not always rosy. There are days we fight especially when it’s time to cut his claws. The sweet part of our bond disappears for a moment, but it never lasts long. In less than five minutes, we are back clinging to each other like we’re on this ride together for life.

There are also days when he annoys me to no end. In those moments, I’ve threatened him: “Moori, I will give you out!” And you won’t believe it this cat actually behaves himself almost immediately. The first time, I was shocked. But after a while, I understood: he gets me. He knows when I’m serious.

Moori is more than a pet he is a mirror of companionship, patience, and even the little sacrifices that love demands. I am grateful for him, my best roommate, my quiet therapist, my daily lesson in resilience.

Gym Day in the Rain 🏋🏽‍♀️

Today also came with its own kind of sweetness. I didn’t go for trail-setting as I usually would. Instead, I went to the gym for leg day, determined to build my strength and wake my muscles back up.

And just as we began, the rain started pouring.

Now, some people might see rain as a distraction or even an excuse to stop. But for me, rain is healing. I’ve always loved the sound of it, the feel of it, the cleansing it brings. I had actually missed the last two rains and found myself yearning for it. So when it began to fall while we were training at the outdoor gym, I couldn’t help but smile.

Instead of stopping, we kept going. Squats, lunges, lifts every move felt different under the soft rhythm of rain hitting the ground. It was like nature had joined in my workout, cheering me on. I felt deeply grateful for His mercy, for the chance to be alive, to feel rain on my skin, and to strengthen my body at the same time.

Lifting weights to build strength and keep fit is already amazing, but lifting while rain pours? That’s on another level of joy. It reminded me that fitness isn’t just about shaping the body it’s about building resilience, embracing the unexpected, and finding gratitude in the simple things.

Sisterhood hike

my fitness journey. I don’t talk about it much, because it has always been my secret place, my go-to whenever I feel low. But now, I want to share it. My sisters and I are organizing a ladies-only hike on The 12th of October. It’s strictly for Muslim and non-Muslim sisters a space to walk, bond, and connect with nature. It’s going to be the talk of the town! 🌿

This hike is more than just exercise. It’s about creating space where women can breathe, share, and heal together. Where laughter flows as freely as the sweat on our foreheads, and where nature reminds us of God’s presence in every leaf and every breeze.

I’m deeply grateful for this vision, and I’m even more grateful that it’s finally becoming reality.

So today, my gratitude is simple, yet abundant:

I am grateful for my Moori, my best roommate, and my daily lesson in patience (tolerating him feels like training for marriage! 😂).

I am grateful for my mum, for her endless love and patience with me.

I am grateful for the sister hike ahead it’s more than an event, it’s a dream unfolding.

I am grateful for the rain, for strength, and for the joy of moving my body beneath the sky.

Gratitude turns ordinary days into extraordinary ones. And for me, every smile, every lesson, and every drop of rain is proof that life is a gift worth honouring.

A Gentle Invitation 

Got a funny pet story or a gratitude moment of your own? Drop it in the comment I’d love to laugh and learn with you. 💭🐾 I believe gratitude multiplies when it’s shared.

And sisters, don’t forget October 12th is our hike day. Let’s walk, bond, and make it unforgettable. 🌿👣