I should have seen it happening. And now my three cats are down to two. A stray which I had picked up in January and raised, aged only a few days old, has passed away. Amongst the three strays which I accidentally picked up in the same week, Kenny was my favourite.

A skinny and almost dying noisy new born, I had raised him up into a an Alpha male of the litter of strays. He was always there with his twitching ears, running to me every time I called him. Smart and aggressively possessive of me, he would hiss and scratch at my other cats every time they got near me. Initially it was cute but it got irritating as days go by. But he finally got over that irritating habit of his after much repeated times of whacking him on his rump.

His eating habits are a little weird. He loves his boiled spinach with anchovies, mixed with rice and small bits of fish. He hates chicken and would always give me his long-stare look with his tail swishing angrily every time I gave him chicken.

Almost 2kg I would always joke to my mom about selling him as meat products in the market. I really miss my Kenny. He was a great cat who loves getting himself in tough situation and yowling out for help. A hyper little kitty cat, who loves to sleep under my car.

He died on 28th May 2008, run down by a car. I miss him. I kept seeing his silhouette, seeing his small face whiskers twitching and showing me his small little canine teeth.

Haiz.. I need to get a break. I miss my late Kenny. I need a vacation to get away. Perhaps I will take up on my friend’s offer to go for Orlando vacations. But who will take care of my other cats?