i miss you.

KIKO is a cat. my white cat with blue eyes. if it is a guy he should had come from england. hahahah ( pan asian one please! ) with British accents! hehehhehehehe. it has been like 4 months now since he last came back home. he rebelled. he ran away. he chose to have a better life. in a new society. better foods perhaps!

( Kiko - the white british breed haha )

wait..wait..wait... flash back please...

(he was that small)

kiko first came to our house around 2 years ago. when its body was dominated by 'kutu' when he was just a little white shy guy.hurmmm and whenever he had his meal with COMCOM..they fight. they wouldn't wanted to share. that was the beginning. but then kiko adapted very well. he gotten into the new environment. he loved his new home.
we shared bed. every single nights. he would be there down there beside my feet. sometime we even shared our blanket. that was how closed we were. we cuddled every nights.

(with Comcom - they never were that close in the beginning. now 'kawan baik')

(he was on my blanket please...)

outside the house he was like the king of the neighborhood. i suspected he should have had owned a mafia group or something downtown. because i caught him having a very suspicious cats-mafia-society meeting around our dustbin outside the gateway one breezy night. there were like cats around the dustbin looking at each other....they were like having some kind of a big issue to be taken cared of. ahem.

one day that bad guy who sell fish by his van hit kiko right onto his left leg. i remembered me and my sister screamed and cried like hell. i took kiko into my arms. he peed on me. blooded pee. (well it was a pee...but ahem! emergency case. accepted). we really thought that was his last day with us. but nope. kiko is a brave broad shoulder guy. he recovered very fast. he started running again and started to leads the neighborhood and the cats-mafia group again. he was the best! the most handsome and the most charming! i wish i could marry him. ahem.

(on recoveries. he look sick.wasn't he?)

and then one time, ibu was admitted. everyone was busy visiting her and i stayed in the hospital with her while others were busy working and stuffs. so kiko was left alone. i was worried how was he doing. one afternoon i drove back home to see how he was doing because no one was home.when i got home. he was there on the pillow. (that big soft pillow we used to laid onto during tv time? yes that one) he was lying on the pillow watching blackout tv. i mean he was just sleeping there. instead of going out getting involve with the gangstas. he laid down at home. guarding the house when nobody was around, and foods were out of reach. was not that sweet??? ohh such a hero!

and then when the testosterone built up. he rebelled. i did not know exactly when did he started to change. when did he started to felt that he was not belong here. that home was not anymore his heaven. he ran away. regularly we bumped into him somewhere in Taman Mulia and we brought him home and caged him. then he would yelled and screamed at us. like he hated us so much. and when at nights. he would cried...and cried like it was anyone being violent and tortured him in his cage. he was just full of hatred.

and then one night...suddenly he never anymore screamed. it was a full silent. that created doubts. we went and checked. the cage was destroyed. he managed to ran away that night. ( omigosh he turned green or what?? turned into monster??!!! even the cage also..still he managed??!! ) and the two days later again somewhere in Taman Mulia when my sister saw him and tried to call him.he just ran like a wind.. *devastating kiko! u really were*

i just miss him. i just miss you kiko. and this was the last time when you were home.

(he stayed 8 days for raya. and hated it. look at that face.)

it is going to be January 2011 soon. please.. kiko...sila balik raya tahun depan. =(