Patches the kitten on my lap.
There are people and pets that stay in my memory long after they are no longer here. They occupy a special place in the deepest recesses of my mind because they have enriched my life in more ways than one. Patches was one such character. Although he has left us for more than two years already, we still think fondly of him. He was such a lovely kitten and an adorable companion.
An idle mind may not necessarily be the devil’s workshop. The relaxing breather from using my grey matter today has allowed me to reminisce about the time that I had with Patches. These recollections of him brought back some bitter sweet memories, more sweet than bitter. We were truly blessed with the opportunity to be part of his brief life and all the unconditional love that he showered on us. Rest in peace, Patches. You are gone but not forgotten.
Our only kitten Patches has died. He did not come back for dinner last night. He did not come back for breakfast and lunch today. When Wuan got back from work just now, she found him lifeless outside two houses away from ours. We do not know what happened to him.
Patches, or as we would prefer to call him Patchy, was eight months old. He would follow Wuan in and out of the house, mewing after her for attention. When he was not following Wuan, he would crawl into the cargo net under my wheelchair to rest. We are going to miss him. Farewell my dear friend and thank you for all the wonderful memories.
Cats are such carefree creatures. They have nary a worry where their next meal will come from. This is true of Fei Por and Patches. Both of them live for the moment. They seem so contented. Their daily routine consists of eating, a little roaming and a lot of sleeping. I envy their easy-going nature. Sometimes I wish I am a cat.