The lost one

The lost one

by Bani

I once had a Siamese cat. Kitty, she was usually called. I was very young at that time, crawly child. I had Kitty and another lot of cats.
Kitty was like my nanny.

She would tell my mother when there was the stinky smell, and on. Mostly, she knew how to feed me milk out of my bottle.

Once when the door was open I crawled out to the road, where a lot of big boys picked me up and started fussing. kitty was watching at a distance, sitting and looking eagerly from her position.

I last remember her in that way. After that, the boys took me home. But kitty never returned.


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