T’was April in 2006 when a sick cat was brought to our house by granny.  He was named by our lola after  a lame local actor, Sam. LOL She asked us if we could keep him but parents refused at first because pets are messy and we never had one before. But later on they couldn’t let the awful cat with runny nose wander the streets so we kept him and simply called him Ming Ming. Thereafter our lives have changed. A year later he died of sickness and it was the most unfortunate event that ever happened by far to our family. It’s been almost 5 years but up to this day the thought of him still hits me and makes me bawl. Call me shallow but I’ve cried countless times for this brother and friend.

Been meaning to have a black cat at home but parents won’t allow me to. Not that they believe certain superstition, rather we have too many cats at home that we can’t provide enough space for new lodgers. Hence, I will own one or it will own me once I move out.