Short story. A tribute to Ciko

“Open your eyes, dear”, Mummy gently whisper to my ears. Slowly I open my eyes. Bright light sting my eyes. I scream and close them back. Mummy licked my eyes again. “Now, open dear”, Mummy encourages me. As I open my eyes, my blurred vision turns clear. I saw my beautiful green eyed Mom. She smiled at me. Turned my head around, my brothers are suckling Mummy’s milk. Tummy starts to thundered, so I join the feast.

I thought I was the luckiest person on the planet. I had a home, loving master and a happy family. I was playing tagged with my brothers when my Master picked me up. I purred affectionately. “Sorry kitty, you’re a female. You can’t stay here. Later when you grow up, you’ll give me more babies. I don’t want any more,” Master told me. I was shocked. I scream for Mummy’s help. It was too late. Master put me in a box. It was dark. I heard Mummy begging Master not to separate us apart. Master shut the door. I can hear Mummy cries behind the door. Mummy..

I begged Master not to throw me. She seems deaf. She seems didn’t care my cries. Suddenly the world stops moving. The box stops moving too. What is happening? Where am I? I do not dare to look out. So I just sit quietly in the box. Waiting for my Mummy.

It has been hours. Still can’t hear any sign of Mummy’s voice. My tummy growls in hunger. With my mighty heart, I brave myself to look outside the box. It is a whole new world that I never seen before. I shout out loud. In case if Mummy’s around. I’m hungry. I walked cautiously, sniffing the trail to home. But it will always ended up back to the box where I first started. Oh, Mummy, I’m scared. Please rescue me. I’m hungry and cold. For the whole night, I stayed in the box with my hungry stomach, trembling with fear and cold, waiting patiently for Mummy. I know Mummy will rescue me. I believe you will.

I fall asleep.

“Oh, dear! Mummy is here,” I heard Mummy’s voice.
I woke up.
No one.
“Mummy?”
But there is no one still. Am I dreaming? I can’t stand the hunger so I wonder around for food.

After a long walk, oh, what’s that?
Food!
I run towards and eat it.

It tastes yucky. So much different from the chicken meat I used to eat. It has slime on it with those black tiny flies eating it too. They should be hungry too. It taste like rotten meat but as long as my tummy doesn’t growl, it’s ok for me.

This has been my food for months and I used to it now. Though it taste yucky and smells filthy, I need to survive. I need to meet my family again, my mom and my brothers. Wonder what they are doing now. I really miss you guys.

I was surprised when an ogre faced tomcat attacked me from behind. I screamed for help. He was strong. I tried to run away but he bit my neck. I was rapped.

65 days after the tragedy, I gave birth to two beautiful ones. It is hard to be young mom. I still have the urge to play and seek for adventure but I need to burn out those flames just to take care of my kids. I always advise them not to trust human. They are good kids. They listen well. We build a beautiful home inside a red flowered bush. We love to sun bath under the gigantic warming machine which human called it car.

Like other sunny morning, I brought my kids for sun bathing under the car. But I never thought that was not like other sunny days. We were sun bathing as usual when suddenly the engine was running. I quickly ran away but one of my kids ran towards the tire. I warned her but it was too late. I saw my own kid squashed by the gigantic warming machine. I was devastated. I can’t be a good Mom. But I need to protect my one last child.

We were happy playing together as a family under the big tree infront of our house. Just me and my child. But that was the last time I saw my child. She went missing while we were playing hide and seek. I searched her everywhere. But no sign. I am one lonely cat again. I continue my mundane life. I lost my family and now I lost my kids. What is left is memories and my red flowered bush home.

Months passed by. I am no more happy. I am lonely in this cruel human world. I was walking towards home. Tired after hours of scavenging for good food. I am getting skinnier. More hungry nights lately since raining season started. A bright light stung my eyes. The light blinds me.

Crack!

The gigantic warming machine squashed my hungry tummy.

I lay on the wet stony road, screaming in agony.

I can feel death is coming. My miseries are ending. Soon, I am leaving this cruel human world. Soon, I will be meeting my child again.

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This story is a tribute to Ciko, a skinny stray cat whom we’ve known for more than a year. A timid cat whom never trust human. We’ve known her since she was a little kitten, till she gets pregnant, most probably 7-8 months of age. One of her kitten died while trying to runaway when a parked car was reversing. Another kitten went missing and she was meowing the whole neighborhood searching for her lost one. Last night, she rest in peace, in a road kill. May you rest in peace.

Moral of the story.. NEUTER YOUR CATS. MALE AND FEMALE.