After Bhola left home, I didn’t think my parents would get another pet. They didn’t want to go through the pain of losing one again. But sometimes its not us who decide things, sometimes things just happen. And thus Oreo happened. This tiny kitten showed up at our doorsteps one day. He was too scared to come near humans but kept meowing in our garden. He would come at day and disappear by night. Slowly he started following us every where. He would nudge against our feet and ask for milk. But he would never drink it in front of us. We have to leave him alone, then only he takes a sip.
And now he’s our cat. He still doesn’t stay with us at night and we don’t force him too. He just comes by day, drinks his milk, chases lizards in our store room and plays with anything he could tear apart. He’s a wonderful boy. And though no other cat could be as good as Bhola, he has certainly filled a part of the void.
Here, meet Oreo and help him escape from me.