:: The Kitten December 1, 2007Posted by Minci 先生 in Everyday Life.
Tags: , cat, die
The cat in the picture above reminded me of The Kitten my Father ‘murdered’ when I was 7 years old.
We were living on the peaceful road of Jalan Belimbing. Behind our terraced house was an army camp and a forest full of wild creatures. Occasionally we would see little snakes slithering its way on the fences of our house. Sometimes, the quick glimpse of a Bengal tiger. Nah.. kidding!!
Our neighbour on the right was a very nice Indian family. They like to give us Indian food and in exchange we give ours too and that was when I discovered men can be very very hairy. The father of this Indian family had his back full of long long hair. I had wanted to comb it nice. I didn’t of course.
Our neighbour on the left was a nice Malay family. The kids(girls) were of the same age as we were and we play games together.
The Kitten. Yes, The Kitten.
It was a stray kitten which came to our humble abode once in a while. My sis and I would feed it with milk, rice and fish. Soon, its company became something we enjoy and look forward to. The kitten would come almost everyday and we’d be ready with it’s special dish.
One morning however, something ghastly caught our eye. Our lovely kitten was under the tyres of my Dad’s white Suzuki. It was accidentally ran over by dad while he was trying to park in the dark hours of the night. The crime scene was ugly for The Kitten’s eyes were completely covered by red ants, which hungrily ate it’s cute carcass. That was my first encounter with death of something I have known to love. The Kitten.