New Old Cat
My steps were quiet and calculated. What I intended to do was, I would jump-scare this feral cat, who was sitting in one corner of our garage, "Perhaps if I don't move, this lady will not notice me." is the vibe I was getting from her. I was staring at her ears and the back of her head. She can feel my presence advancing toward her. I didn't care about cats. After Sophie passed away a few months prior, I unconsciously shifted all my attention to my four dogs. It was Jino, my youngest son, who made an effort to befriend this single-fanged kitty. We decided to call her Rabiya. Every morning she would come by, asking for nothing but Cuties Catz food. She would let out a soft cry and follow me rubbing her body on my legs. Her visit to our home has become frequent as time went by. Sometimes she would bring a friend or two, too. Eventually, this meek and quiet cat started becoming loud. She would let out a "meow" that sounded like she was begging for your hel...