Niao

Poet, your post is like poison to my mood now. I need to suck all my tears up.

Been blog hopping all the interesting blogs and came across one with a cat just like mine. Except for the Charlie Chaplin mustache. Looking at its antics, it reminds me of mine and I start to miss it very much.

I remember how I use to just catch him and cuddle him against his wishes. I love to bury my face in his side when he's clean and play with his paws. I love his paws the most.

I love the way he growls when I try to force it to do something he doesn't like. Of course it is for his own good. He always wants to run around wild in the night. Twice he ran off and got lost. But still somehow he came back.

He always respond when we call. His tail always squiggling like an overactive worm. That crooked tail has always been an amusement.

And he always waits at our driveway and just down on it's backside with four limbs in the air welcoming us although our car might run him over!

I don't know the exact time or even month when he died. My mom was worried that I will get too sad to study so she didn't tell me. Then God chose a good time to let me know - in the middle of Camp Cameron when I am with good friends who really cared for me.

And thus the first time I cried over the death of a pet. He's more than a pet. He's a family.

T.T