Well, I do hardly remember the plot of Muhlach's dramatic opus [of a cigarette? see, I'm so geygah I can relate genre with the inane] so therefore there really isn't quite a thread of a connect. So let me, move back to the other night when Satie's melancholic fingering were smothered by a constant squeaking, almost intense and roughly incessant of a kitten somewhere very close to my realm. Like the above me in a covert spot where it really gets oven-hot in the daytime. Bothered, I thought the poor thing would finally have been born to a 'responsible' teen mother cat since in the past , these not-yet-cat-but-not-quite-kittens often deposited the fruits of several nights of cantankerous soirees up in the roof down in the gutters and just leave them squeaking until they are silenced and after a day the smell of kitty cadaver will lead you to bury it. Once, in pity and annoyance I took the foundling to my care and medicine dropped milk to its pinking mouth. It readily responded to nutrition and right before my eyes in a few hours it started to look healthy [no kidding Miding.] and I got so relieved that it had started to respond too, to my stroking to which it would dose off soundly. But then, I have an eight year old black tabby who rules anything catty within an area which included my room. Actually , he sleeps on my bed and my foot is his pillow. I told him [he understands human talk] not to bother the kitten in a basket swathed in some old malong as it was going to be his junior. Well, when I woke up to check on it, it was badly mauled. It was already limp and blood was oozing from all its openings. Kulimlim [that's my blackie, who has an FB page!] was just pretending to be asleep during the whole time. This time, Empoi is in what may be mistaken as a cobra's basket compleat with cover and hung from the ceiling to make sure the old cat will have to create a commotion if only to murder the pretender to his crown. I noticed that Empoi is so clingy. He keeps on creeping out of my palm [only 4 inches at the moment]; as if to seek for some warmth that will nurture his hunger and confusion. I can only offer my lap and an almost endless caressing of his frail feline body. I wonder if he will survive and become another smart looking cat with an attitude, but with me as his mother, I will make sure that he grows up to be a fat cat, and hopefully... eunuched for life... [its really castration, i just like the sound of eunuch, bakit ba?]
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