The
Persian cat
He
had gone for 10 days
I
couldn't find him
I
guess he was locked in
I
walked the streets
Even
walked in back lanes
I
couldn't find the Persian cat
He
seemed to be vanished
One
day I managed to see him
He
was left in the porch
A
Malay family took him in
Until
I walked there to look
I
was sad he was in bad shape
He
grew thin walked unsteadily
He
has wound around his neck
He
couldn't look up at me
I
called his name
He
meowed at me
Then
he walked away
Maybe
he didn't want me to see
How
he is now
A
sick cat with weak legs
Struggling
to eat and drink
I
just thought I have to take him back
But
he walked away
Back
under the car forgot about me
Maybe
I thought he wanted to stay
In
the Malay family's home
The
house isn't far from where I stay
I
always keep a look out how he is doing
The
Persian cat has no master...
He
is a Ronin cat
I
feed him for nearly a year
Until
he disappeared on May 23
I
couldn't find him anywhere
I
thought he was kidnapped or died
Yesterday
I saw him walked out
From
the house on his weak legs
I
decided to walk at the back lane
And
see how he was doing....
When
he saw me again
He
meowed loudly to me
Now
I realize he still remembers
So
I kept watch and how he was doing
With
his weak body and hungry
He
licked food on the street
I
couldn't like the way he has become
I
brought him back home
When
he saw his familiar surrounding
He
walked faster to where I keep his food
He
was hungry really when I poured the cat food
He
couldn't wait but took his first bite
Today
he stays
A
bit better no more hungry
Though
his wound on his neck
I
will send him to the Vet
There
is no guarantee he would stay
He
enjoys his freedom like his roaming
Maybe
when he is better
I
will see him on his meal times
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