There was not just one cat in the small food court, where I took the baby who was kicked by military boot.

The diner was full that lunch hour, and he slept on one of the few remaining chairs.

Few patrons who walked into the diner and saw him, moved away peacefully, seeking other place, or waited for other patron to finish. Some were smoking, some were chatting; but even before they were seated, the food provider would come and ask them what they ordered, so they won’t need to wait too long as soon as they can find a place.

Came a woman with fancy clothing, lipstick thick and red as blood, walked right pass the line and saw the cat sleeping. I was a few steps away, picking the baby and trying to calm her down, when I saw the woman shake the chair, trying to get the cat to move.

He didn’t. So she used her hand; that failed to cheat the sign of age, though her finely manicured, red nails were trying so hard. She took her handbag off her shoulder, and slapped the sleeping cat off her chosen chair.

She was shocked to see me sitting on that chair, as if I didn’t see anything, with two kittens sitting on my lap.

I was too busy taking picture of my new rescues, to measure how big her thick eyeliner was, and everybody else were too deaf to hear her shouting that she was there first and some *bleep* took her chair like a *bleep*

She had to wait until my ride came, though by that time, all the others who waited for an empty table all got theirs. I could still hear how she shouted to this seller and that seller, to make this order and that order, and to make those first before others’.

The parking lot guy said, she is a local government officer; but no one takes her seriously.

He was just as badly undernourished as the baby. He was just as sick, he was just as suffered.

For three days, both were crying in pain and fear restlessly; but while the baby who was kicked eventually stop crying when he crossed to the land of healing, he stopped crying as he picked up his pace, though very slowly.

His piercing and relentless cry earn him his name: Sonic.

Here he is, three weeks later.

~ Josie

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Josie And The Whiskers' Syndicate

The first and only cat refuge in Bandung (West Java - Indonesia) a capital breeder of a nation without animal welfare law. We care for Bandung's unwanted animals, operate a TNR as much as our budget allows, and continue to educate people about compassion to animals

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