And then, there were 5...

Maybe I was a cat in my previous life…

I think most of you have read about my 3 cats… Misha, Memeng and Yibbe. The last time I wrote, another addition to my family was Baby. She was supposed to be the youngest, hence the name.

It turned out that our door had opened to another lucky fella.

My sis was of course, the culprit. Or shall I say… the Rescuer, and me… the one bearing all the consequences.

My heart just melt when I saw the kitten. It is one of my many weaknesses.

He’s hardly any bigger than my palm. There was not a single strand of hair on him that is not black. Like ‘bontot kuali’. His nose is black, his lips, paws… even his ‘bonbons’. I was so afraid I might step on him in the dark, or crush him when I sleep as he likes to cuddle next to me in my bed.

My sis suggested names like Hitam, Kabam, Tambi.

I wanted to call him King Kong...