Cat's side of the story:
I remember vaguely that I was born to a warm family. I had many brothers, but my mother loved me the most. We lived in a house, kept by humans. They called us pets. Mother said we're going to grow up loved and fed by the humans, so we don't have to worry about anything. But mother was wrong.
Just when I started growing teeth and had our first taste of meat, one of the humans took me away from my mother and brothers. I screamed frantically as they brought me into the car and drove away from the house where I was born. Away from mother. I was scared.
The next moment I found that I was abandoned in an unknown place. The humans were gone. There were tall grasses and trees all around. I felt lonely and hungry. I felt betrayed by the humans.
I tried to look for something to eat. Then I saw some small humans. I tried to beg for food, but they threw fire-crackers at me. I ran and ran. I ran till I could not see them anymore. I hid under the roots of a tree. Then rain started falling.
It was cold. It was saddening. I thought of my mother. I thought of how cruel humans were. Then I cried. Nothing happened. I cried some more. I heard a human's voice but didn't care. I kept on crying.
On the third day, a human found me. I tried to crouch deeper under the roots, but she managed to pull me up. I kept on crying, but my voice was dying out. The human placed me inside a cage and placed something that looked like food. But I dared not eat, for it was too scary. I couldn't trust humans anymore.
Then another human came. She was younger than the one who found me. She said something to me, but I couldn't understand humans' words. She opened the cage and brought the food closer to my face. My senses were too bad to tell whether it was really food or not. I refused to eat. Then she left, and came back with something else on the tip of her finger. She brought it in front of my face again. Later I learned that it's called condensed milk. It smelled sweet and tempting, I finally started eating again.
Day by day she came to check on me. If I didn't eat, she would tempt me with that sweet condensed milk again. When my senses were regained, I was able to eat regularly.
Then one day, she let me out of the cage. I was still afraid of the sound of fire-crackers outside, so I was uncertain and finally ran into under the cupboard. She didn't chase. She just sat there and watched. I began exploring the cupboard and found a few pebbles to play with. Time passed quickly. Then I heard her saying a word repetitively, and I knew that it was my name. She had given me a name.
Every morning she would come and take me out of the cage, watch me play, and put me back in again after a few hours. I started trying to reach her, she responded by teasing me. She knew how to play with a kitten. It was fun. I was still dubious of other humans, but if it was her, I knew I was safe.
That happiness didn't last long. Just as I thought I had a human who loved me, one day she just disappeared. She didn't come to greet me in the morning. She didn't come to play with me. I waited and looked for her, but I couldn't find her. I felt abandoned. I was sad.
Days passed, and I told myself she wouldn't come back. I had to move on by myself. The other humans in the house treated me nicely too, so why should I be sad anymore? Besides, I get to lick condensed milk sometimes.
I grew up big and strong. The humans loved me. Even other cats, who I discovered were kept by the house, were jealous of me. I am proud of how I have overcame such trials.
There were always new faces at the house, but they never stay for long except for one. There is a new human who came to live here in this house. She is cool, and very similar to the human who disappeared when I was a kitten. I wonder why? Or maybe I just missed her too much.
I remember vaguely that I was born to a warm family. I had many brothers, but my mother loved me the most. We lived in a house, kept by humans. They called us pets. Mother said we're going to grow up loved and fed by the humans, so we don't have to worry about anything. But mother was wrong.
Just when I started growing teeth and had our first taste of meat, one of the humans took me away from my mother and brothers. I screamed frantically as they brought me into the car and drove away from the house where I was born. Away from mother. I was scared.
The next moment I found that I was abandoned in an unknown place. The humans were gone. There were tall grasses and trees all around. I felt lonely and hungry. I felt betrayed by the humans.
I tried to look for something to eat. Then I saw some small humans. I tried to beg for food, but they threw fire-crackers at me. I ran and ran. I ran till I could not see them anymore. I hid under the roots of a tree. Then rain started falling.
It was cold. It was saddening. I thought of my mother. I thought of how cruel humans were. Then I cried. Nothing happened. I cried some more. I heard a human's voice but didn't care. I kept on crying.
On the third day, a human found me. I tried to crouch deeper under the roots, but she managed to pull me up. I kept on crying, but my voice was dying out. The human placed me inside a cage and placed something that looked like food. But I dared not eat, for it was too scary. I couldn't trust humans anymore.
Then another human came. She was younger than the one who found me. She said something to me, but I couldn't understand humans' words. She opened the cage and brought the food closer to my face. My senses were too bad to tell whether it was really food or not. I refused to eat. Then she left, and came back with something else on the tip of her finger. She brought it in front of my face again. Later I learned that it's called condensed milk. It smelled sweet and tempting, I finally started eating again.
Day by day she came to check on me. If I didn't eat, she would tempt me with that sweet condensed milk again. When my senses were regained, I was able to eat regularly.
Then one day, she let me out of the cage. I was still afraid of the sound of fire-crackers outside, so I was uncertain and finally ran into under the cupboard. She didn't chase. She just sat there and watched. I began exploring the cupboard and found a few pebbles to play with. Time passed quickly. Then I heard her saying a word repetitively, and I knew that it was my name. She had given me a name.
Every morning she would come and take me out of the cage, watch me play, and put me back in again after a few hours. I started trying to reach her, she responded by teasing me. She knew how to play with a kitten. It was fun. I was still dubious of other humans, but if it was her, I knew I was safe.
That happiness didn't last long. Just as I thought I had a human who loved me, one day she just disappeared. She didn't come to greet me in the morning. She didn't come to play with me. I waited and looked for her, but I couldn't find her. I felt abandoned. I was sad.
Days passed, and I told myself she wouldn't come back. I had to move on by myself. The other humans in the house treated me nicely too, so why should I be sad anymore? Besides, I get to lick condensed milk sometimes.
I grew up big and strong. The humans loved me. Even other cats, who I discovered were kept by the house, were jealous of me. I am proud of how I have overcame such trials.
There were always new faces at the house, but they never stay for long except for one. There is a new human who came to live here in this house. She is cool, and very similar to the human who disappeared when I was a kitten. I wonder why? Or maybe I just missed her too much.
My side of the story:
Our house-helper found an abandoned kitten. It was weak and scared, but it wouldn't eat. I baited it with sweet condensed milk and it started eating again. She was so cute, but I had to leave her to get back to campus. I only spent two weeks with her. I heard that at first she was sad when I was gone, but then she regained spirit to live. 6 months passed and now I'm back. Wow, she's gotten big and fluffy, and goes crazy when there's condensed milk around! Don't think she remembers me though.
