Chico

This post is specially made for a cat, who is big and white but sounds small. Don't mess with him because he will bite. Feed him and he will purr away with pleasure.

Chico was barely a month old when my mum found him in a drain in front of the pet store in a small part of the big town of Subang Jaya. At first sight, we thought he was all white from the tip of his tail to the tip of his muzzle, but the patches that were assumed to be muck from the drain turned out to be patches of orange spots. Same goes for his tail.

We took him in during the time Simba and Cookie were still in, the year 2006. One by one, our beloved cats were taken from us and now Chico is no where to be found. He went missing more than a month ago; my house was under renovation then, and he just didn't come home one night. I was the last person who saw him walking about at the back of the house, and now he's gone.

It has been more then a month, and I don't like to think that he is gone from this world but instead, I like to think that he is on a very long journey to a place unknown to him, he's on an adventure and hopefully, he is on his way home. To Chico, we miss you. That boring face of yours really has it place in our hearts.