So… I had raised her from when she was only two weeks old, feeding her milk drop by drop, flicking her nose for socialization training (because don’t kittens want to play-fight as they grow up?). Then, when she was 11 months old, I searched the internet on how to spay a female kitten, and finally decided to pay for the surgery to avoid the sub-optimal effects of doing it after she went into heat.
Later, when the kitten was 4 or 5 years old, since I was away from home for a long time, I left her in the care of my parents. As a result, she was snatched away by someone with malicious intent.
The kitten escaped because she was a brave and fierce dragon-li (tabby) cat, inheriting my own wild/spirited personality. But my parents didn’t actively look for her, and in the end, she never came home.
This unique little kitten—highly intelligent, brave, independent, clean, with a round belly full of food, angrily staring at WolframAlpha—must have died by now in some corner of the outside world. After all, it has been almost 10 years.
Yet when she passed away, whether there were other cats by her side, and whether it was peaceful, painful, combative, or lonely, no one else will ever know that she was once an extraordinary kitten.
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