1 week after I post this, I lost my Chubby.
He was admitted at the clinic (again!) due to infections at his throat. But he ran away from the clinic when the keeper wanted to feed him. Either the keeper treated him badly or he missed us dearly.
I cried for days. *drama queen* He was a spoilt cat. I just couldn't bear the thought of him wandering around finding his way back home, with no foods and shelter. When you are so used to pampered life, suddenly you became a stray cat. It's hard to adjust. Macam orang kaya tiba2 jadi miskin. You couldn't survive if you are weak.
My dad, my brother and I searched the clinic area but to no avail. We went to the food court and walked around Bandar Melawati. I even walked down the alley, stopped at kitchens of a few restaurants asking if they saw any orange cat with ekor kontot wandering around looking lost?
Weeks passed. My hopes faded. Even if the vet and friends kept on saying 'Cats can find their way back home', I felt like I had lost my baby forever. The vet promised us a kitten as a ganti rugi. It will not be the same as our beloved kitty, but at least we will have a cat. Coz I can't live without a cat at home!
But just like birds, cats have a homing ability that uses it's sense of smell, the angle of the sun, and the earth's magnetic field. A cat taken far from it's home can return to it... interesting facts isn't it?
And after 16 days of journey, Chubby arrived safe and sound yesterday night! But kurus gila laa... tinggal tulang jek!
My baby is backkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk!!!!!