The little kitten was still hanging around at our house yesterday morning. When I left to go to Yu Cafe for lunch, it was napping next to my Mother's car. When I went to check on it, it's little head popped up to greet me. By the time I came home, it was no longer there. I thought that it had move to somewhere cooler. When it was time for din-din, it didn't come in a hurry. I thought that 'Lady' had returned for her baby and the duo had left. So, I placed only a little bit of dry food just in case they chose to return.
Early this morning at around 2:00 am, I was watching B. Bertolucci's "The Last Emperor" on DVD when I heard two cats fighting. I wondered if the neighbourhood's Scarface Claw came to pick on our little one but I, the neighbourhood Wuss was too scared to go check. As I ate my breakfast later in the morning, my brother informed that the little one is dying at his 'workshop'. Again, wussy me was reluctant to go check. My brother did inform that the food that I left for the cat was gone but we weren't sure who ate it. May be Scarface Claw was stealing its food earlier.
The nameless little one eventually died early in the evening. My brother took it to a skip. It wasn't buried. It was nothing like when my Guinea Pig died in Melbourne but that was another tragic story. I am pretty sure that I am not ready for another pet and I have been thinking... I might not even be ready to start dating anytime soon either. I am under massive amount of pressure but no, I don't think that I am ready...
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