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Friday, December 01, 2006
11:06
those times when she lost her children. she waited for her children to come back and followed us to search for her children (i wrote a post on how she reacted when she lost her children a few months ago). those times when we thought we lost her when she didn't appear for one week. she came back with "one of her ears partially cut off". those times when she helped us in one way or another. those times when she made my neighbours dislike her. we came out with excuses not to send her to spca. those times when we pretended to scold her everytime she brought rats home. those times when she quickly go to the kitchen everytime mum screamed "MAKAN!". those times when she meowed at mum to stop screaming at us. she's love.
i was all eager to hug (literally) her when i came back home from camp but was terribly disappointed when i learnt that tompok has not been coming into the house for two days.
it has only been three days we gave her this basket for her to sleep in. i shan't be emo and pretend tompok has never been in the list of people/things i love.
deep down, i still hope she'll come back.