Cat memories and love

 Hi Sayang,

You remember how much we both loved cats? Too much, maybe. I still smile when I think about those early days of our marriage—me asking you for a cat, and you coming home with a little one we named Cici. Such a sweet cat, kan?

Cici crossed the rainbow two months after you left me. Sixteen years old—like eighty in cat years. A long, full life. When she passed, I was okay. I told myself she was old and tired, and maybe she just wanted to find you. Have you seen her there? I hope she’s curled up by your side again.

And then there’s Kenit. She turned eight this year. I can’t forget how she sat by your bed in those final days, as if she knew. After you were gone, she kept going up and down, searching, waiting. Only you spoiled her with wet food all the time. With me? I mix it—kibbles and wet food together. She doesn’t love it, but she eats.

Since you left, a few more cats have joined the family. Angah said it’s because I always leave food bowls out. It’s kind of funny—they line up, waiting their turn, like they know there’s kindness in this home. And yes, I still use the bowl you gave. Somehow, feeding them feels like continuing your way of giving.

Kenit, though—she’s still the diva. Always bullied by the others, so I wait until she finishes eating before letting the rest have their share. She still has her little throne, in her own way.

Why am I telling you stories about the cats, sayang?
Nothing, really. Just… nak bercerita. Just wanting you close.

I love you. Always.
Till next time, okay?

With all my heart,
Me.

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