When Cats Wear Socks
I had the urge to draw. So I took my sister's pillow of Baby Sylvester.
Not bad, considering the last time I drew was... err... seriously, can't remember at all.
But what was different this time, was the attention from my brother that I got when I showed him this picture.
But what was different this time, was the attention from my brother that I got when I showed him this picture.
"Eh, kau tengok, Sylvester betul-betul macam Stokin. Kau tengok, kaki dengan tangan dia putih, badan dia hitam. Kenapa kau draw dia? Sedih ah!!!"
(Look at Sylvester, he is really like Socks. You see, his feet and hands are white, and his body is black. Why did you draw him? SAD!!!")
(Look at Sylvester, he is really like Socks. You see, his feet and hands are white, and his body is black. Why did you draw him? SAD!!!")
A brief introduction to Stokin aka Socks.
He is our favourite neighbourhood stray cat, a male cat that somehow captured our hearts with his errant headbutting and lovable stroking against our legs.
He's been missing.
Its been 2-3 weeks since I last saw him.
He responds to the name we gave him, Stokin, which we thought was apt due to his white paws.
We don't take care of him, nor do we feed him (the last time I tried giving something for him to eat, he refused it, probably the 2nd floor neighbours gave him cat food regularly).
But the reason for his existence is to be loved by us.
We don't know what fate he has met, whether he was finally brought home by some kind neighbour, or the worst possibility, whether he was culled or run down by a car.
No matter what his fate is now, I'd like to share of my brother's and my grievances towards him being missing.
He was there when I was happy and he loved me when I was sad. Stroking him whilst enjoying the cool breeze at the void deck was something therapeutic that I became dependent on.
He even followed me and DH like a dog to a flat 2 blocks away despite that not being his territory (that was Brownie's territory and that's another story). Snarling and guarding us from Brownie was practically his self-declared job scope that night while we both were chatting away.
And it is depressing me that he's not been around for weeks now.
Whatever your fate is, I'll always remember you.
I love you always, Stokin.
He is our favourite neighbourhood stray cat, a male cat that somehow captured our hearts with his errant headbutting and lovable stroking against our legs.
He's been missing.
Its been 2-3 weeks since I last saw him.
He responds to the name we gave him, Stokin, which we thought was apt due to his white paws.
We don't take care of him, nor do we feed him (the last time I tried giving something for him to eat, he refused it, probably the 2nd floor neighbours gave him cat food regularly).
But the reason for his existence is to be loved by us.
We don't know what fate he has met, whether he was finally brought home by some kind neighbour, or the worst possibility, whether he was culled or run down by a car.
No matter what his fate is now, I'd like to share of my brother's and my grievances towards him being missing.
He was there when I was happy and he loved me when I was sad. Stroking him whilst enjoying the cool breeze at the void deck was something therapeutic that I became dependent on.
He even followed me and DH like a dog to a flat 2 blocks away despite that not being his territory (that was Brownie's territory and that's another story). Snarling and guarding us from Brownie was practically his self-declared job scope that night while we both were chatting away.
And it is depressing me that he's not been around for weeks now.
Whatever your fate is, I'll always remember you.
I love you always, Stokin.
posted by Ryu Arashi @ 9:36 AM
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