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| Map of Koko's disappearance. |
My name is koko and I was kidnapped against my will in the second week of Ramadhan 2011, as I was going to Surau An-Nur for terawih prayer. The last person to see me alive, kicking and running on my short fat legs was Shima's bro, Ayah Hir, who was driving past. He scrolled down his window, yelled "koko!!" And continued on his way as if he didn't call me in the first place. What was that for? Men. They never cease to confuse me.
I was about 10 meters away from the masjid when I suddenly decided to check out the longkang for fun. Suddenly, out of the nowhere, this other guy comes and swoops me in his arms. The next thing I know, I was in the car heading towards his house, with the wind messing up my hair. I know I'm pretty and all, but is this really necessary? I do have rights ya know? "I demand to be released at once" I screamed. Unfortunately he was Malay. He did not understand Persian one bit.
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| the guy who took me in. |
He took me home to his wife. She was cute. Late 20's and she was all over me. Poor thing. She goes. Where did you find her? She's so beautiful and a little bit stinky. And she's Persian, unlike our other 8 cats who have nothing else going for them. Persians are so expensive, big brother. We have to keep her.
That night, I miowed and miowed but all was in vain. I missed Shima so much!! But I know she must not be missing me yet because she's busy with god-knows-what stuff. She will probably notice I'm gone by the third day. And even then she might still be ecstatically happy. Because I'm always peeing on her shoes. I'm so sorry!!! I promise next time I'll pee on the grass!! I promise, you won't ever have to throw away a great pair of shoes ever again because I peed on them. I promise if it ever happens again it's all Winky's fault.
Day 3-- I have come to accept that Shima, Jah or nobody from home was ever coming to get me. The family kept me inside the house--how would anybody know I was kidnapped? They gave me low quality kati food and I can't chew on it cause half my teeth are gone. There were 8 other cats of no particular race living with us: Stinky, Busuk, Comot, Popo, Popot, Punpun and some other conventional names. None of them talk persian or even have self-esteem. They all go around spreading flees and claw each other over the nasi mixed with ikan masin. I so missed my Science Diet premium cat food and fresh bowl of milk. I lost 209 gms the first week without even going through Atkins. I am beginning to think that I was crazy to check out that longkang after dark, I should have gone straight to the surau. I began to miss Comu with his crazy silent ways and I even began to miss Winky and his crazy hunting skills. I wasn't missing Dimot yet though. That won't happen until I get really desperate.
Day 10 and I have began to accept my fate. I am a prisoner. It's Shawshank Redemption all over again. I am innocent, but stuck in here I'm turning into a feline crook with a bad rep and all the other kitties are starting to get wary. In retrospect, perhaps it was my fault. Perhaps I shouldn't have been too friendly to strangers. I should scratch them blind next time a stranger tries to lay a finger on me. Or do a jiggle. Or what is that the Arabs are really good at? Belly dancing? Yep. That'll will really turn people off. That's why there's no breed of Arab cats.
2 weeks. There was a big commotion going on in the house. Apparently tomorrow is the raya celebration and the family is going to Kelantan to celebrate. And I am going with them. Because I am totally worth it.. I can see the box they're taking me in. Its square with two holes cut out.
I have never been to Kelantan before, although I may have passed it from air on the way to Kuala Lumpur from Europe. If these people put me on a plane, I will commit suicide. Remind me again why I have to go to Kelantan for raya? I am a cat and I do not celebrate raya for goodness sakes. With my old family--whom I missed so much *sob* me, Comu, Dimot and Winky will be locked up in the house for two days with 4 gigantic bowls of food in the kitchen and 3 litter boxes on the third floor. Where we party. Good times. *SOB*.
As I miserably stare out the window, a piece of paper silently drifted past and settled itself onto the glass pane. There, staring back at me was.....ME!! 5 years younger, plumper, with more hair and no eye-bags. The flyer said, in big bold lettering:
KOKO
LOST
RM100 REWARD.
CALL SHIMA 012- 555 5555
JAH 016 - 555 5555
ASAP!!
I nearly cursed at Shima. She could have at least put a recent picture of me, right? I mean, come on, this was me back when I was in the dating scene. Now I have a few white hairs, less teeth and some spare-tyres from the fresh milk she's been feeding me.
No time to complain though. Got one more night of Ramadhan to diligently pray to, before leaving for Kelantan tomorrow...
To be continued..
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