She is a stray cat. She know that my dad dislike her and she is willing to risk it, just because she wanted to get her food. She know that i will give it to her no matter what
She always on time when she feel hungry. She always sitting on the floor just outside my door waiting patiently for her food. In the morning, when i opened my door, she just purred at me softly and then i will gave her some food. When she's full, she will lie down, let the sun shine on her
Few months ago, she seldom come up for her food and seldom see her downstairs ...
Last night, i heard from my sister that she passed away. Those uncles never told us in full details.
I still have a packet of cat food with me .....And i never get a chance to feed her in her last moments.................
Thats all ~~~
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