2 weeks ago, a strayed little black kitten hit our doorstep. Ayah thinks someone left him at our gate. Thin and frail he was. Strange thing is, while most lost cats run away from people, this one doesn't. So we gave the kitten some Friskies biscuits. He smelt it, attempted to have a taste at it before he started playing with his food. We never had any more black cats since years and years ago. Our cats are mostly white with patches of black or with a black tail.. with black lines drawn out from their outer corner of the eyes. Well, they are descends from generations before. Not much variation seen in colours. So, when the black kitten arrives, his colour is good enough a reason to not be welcomed in the cats' family. Poor him. But he stayed anyway and started playing with our kittens, rakan sebaya gitu. Kids, what do they know about differences. Te-hee.
So, Black has now become a favourite in the household. Being playful and friendly that he is, he has indeed won his place to be inside the house. Our cats are normally named with weird names. And for most of the time, I was the one to be responsible for their silly names. Hahah! But the black kitten is called by various names by different people. Bibik would call him Black. I would call him Pak Tam..sometimes Nyaw Itam..haha! Ayah and Mama sometimes call him Pak Abu. Well, he's not as black as tar. More like ashes grey with spots of white in the neck.
Recently he has befriended Tok as well. If you can't find him in the kitchen or near the TV lounge, then there's a good chance he'll be with Tok!
Pak Tam pestering Tok. Caught red-handed!
Pak Tam fell asleep during Tok's daily ceramah routine. Can you even see Tok? She's literally swimming in between the pillows. Heu.
A good companion he is. The little black cat.
"Whatcha want?"
