Let me tell you one thing about me- I love cats so much. I feel like stroking them all time. I feel like talking to them, tell them how I love them so much.
But, I haven't had any cats as a pet. My mother didn't allowed me to have one because she said "Bukan kamu yang jaga, umi yang jaga," She's true though. I'm busy with school. Eventhough she's a housewife, that doesn't mean she doesn't have anything to do at home. In fact, she has a lot to do with this lazy daughter she had.
Despite of that, I and my sisters have always concern about the stray cats who always wander at the alley behind our house. Yeah, you know what I mean. Terrace house and all that.
We always make them milk. Sometimes my elder sister will call me up from the kitchen, " Iqah, bagi kucing ikan!."
Then, just this afternoon, while me and my mother were preparing the dishes for lunch, I saw a cat behind my house. I saw a pity face, a face that was asking for something, a face that was full with wound. I knew that cat. We called him Pak Cik because he's a big male cat who is always involved in a fight with some other vicious cat. Sometimes I called him kucing jahat. Hehe :D
I made him a milk and placed it near enough for him to see. Then I captured him drinking the milk.
Then, came the black handsome cat emerged out of nowhere. Hoho.
Well, Goodbye peeps!
We sent thee not, but as a Mercy for all creatures. – [Quran 21:107]