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The maid was coming over to clean the house and she’s afraid of cats. She has no problem with Koosi, Saffy and Mat because they’re antisocial and stay out of her way. But Drogon is very friendly and will twirl around the ankles of the nearest human. Not only would Drogon scare the maid, but he would skip out the door and wander around the building.

Our solution was to take Drogon to the mall, where we had chores to do and an appointment to keep. So we made Drogon wear his little harness (The one we bought for Mat and used exactly twice), put him in his carrier, and off we went.

We now feel a great sympathy for working mommies.

Drogon was thrilled to be at the mall, so thrilled that he started yowling in his carrier. When we opened the carrier he was vibrating with joy. He wanted to be carried, but he wouldn’t sit still—he kept turning around and squirming, trying to see everything. So we clipped the leash onto his harness and encouraged him to walk. He tried to drag us after him. “I love the mall! Look at the people! Food smells! Wow, a wall!”

A couple of shoppers asked us what breed Drogon is and we replied, proudly, “Pusakal, adopted stray”. While we paid our phone bill he tried to wriggle out of our arms and run down the hall. When we put him back in the carrier he screamed in protest. Every time we put him on the floor he tried to tow us. When we sat down, he got his leash tangled around our legs.

After an hour and a half of cat-sitting, we were exhausted. Our friend’s driver was hanging out on the benches by the car park entrance and he agreed to watch over Drogon in his carrier. And so, like many harried women juggling the demands of career with the responsibilities of parenthood, we heard ourselves saying, “Okay, there’s a nice baby, stay with Manong Driver while we do our work.”