there he is..the little wonder. He was a survivor...he survived the rain and he was too young to know his mother left him..tumbled into the house as soon as I opened the door..shook of the rain water and made his home in Rony's shoe..once he managed to wiggle inside and got stuck and couldn't get out..
He used to chase shadows on the wall...learned to climb the stairs and jump over things and play with his tennis ball..he was a real bundle of joy.
we had almost got used to the 'view view' cries in the morning..it was always a view and not a mau as other cats usually cry..and then we'd have to pour him his milk and his bowl of Whiskas.. and then he'd go to sleep while we went to work. Disciplined fella..always used to poop in one place only..
I miss you...
R.I.P Billu(or Mau as the Shahs named you..)
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