Kuting was a black and white little stray kitten that Carlo brought home from school. It was so young yet it did not even know how to drink milk from a saucer. She was wrapped in a yellow hand towel but I unwrapped her and placed her on the floor (she is actually standing on my planting rice cross stitch project). Maybe she felt cold after being removed from the warm folds of that hand towel that she immediately started crying in a shrill voice that was too loud for her small body. True enough, Miming, the mother cat, immediately arrived and sniffed Kuting out. Is she mine or not mine?
I was hoping Miming and Kuting would hit it off and bond like Mother and Kitten as Miming used to have three kittens but now there are only two. Tsk tsk. Alas, it was not meant to be. Carlo brought Kuting back to school where the kids played with her. Kuting, that fragile creature, was only a few days old and was not meant to be played with at all, yet.
So what happened to little Kuting? Well, let's just put it this way. If you knew what happened to Kuting, you would wish you didn't know at all.
1 comment:
huhuhu guess i don't have a choice to choose the choice....hehehe you write with such discipline of a few words that say a lot.... with a plus - the ending that keeps one "hangingly" interested.
nice one!
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