The lady who lived across the street cannot stop rioting once we step out from the front door hauling garbage. None of us two understand whatever on earth she was talking about, so we just peeked out to the direction shown by her fingers.
A tabby kitten was slipping in and out of the shallow sewer’s grille next door; and if he was not jumping in and out, he was poking some unseen force from the dark side underneath.
My lovely caretaker was so fast in catching him, and soon, a little tuxedo just his size and age popped from inside the sewer looking at us two.
I didn’t know who gaped wider, but we stepped back into the house and the two little hobbits merrily follow us. They were dirty, smelly, and starving, just like the lady (as it turned out) said, but they have since caught up with the round bellies.
A few days later, after a long night at the colony by the park, my caretaker and I slumped lazily in an empty stall, waiting for our cups of ginger tea. It was cold and it was damp. We wanted to go home, but none of us can drive with stomach grumbling like a thunderstorm.
Bewitched by the thin fume of our ginger tea, we barely felt those taps on our knees; but when we finally do, our caretaker said to me:
Do we have a white Dobby?
She is not white. She has a faint brush of yellow over her ears and her back, but her eyes are blue, and her face triangular. Her ears are large.
But she has the sweetest voice, and every time one of us asked her a question, she chatted to us cheerfully.
She changed briefly, to a stern and scaredy cat who swat everyone, but once we spayed her, she took it upon herself to stand in for Mika, whenever she was drained and exhausted.
Guess who is her favorite step baby?
Soon, we will have to release her, back to that cold weathered, frozen hearted park; even though her light heartedness does not belong to that gloomy place.
Maybe if we have enough funds?
Perhaps, we can squeeze a little bit more?
Just in case, a kind sponsor is willing to take her?
Only time will tell, and time will tell when that incision in her mid belly would dry.
Who knows, we can hold her just a little bit longer, just like she holds on a little bit longer, until we peeked under the table, and see her tapping on our knee.