Story of Milky, an abandoned kitten

I was born a tri-colour female cat. My mother gave birth to me at home. She took great care of me and my siblings. At that period of time, I felt so secured and happy. I thought I am lucky to have a house to stay and even happier with my mummy and siblings by my side. When I finally got to open my eyes, I saw my mummy, brothers and sisters.We had fun together and when hungry we always went to our mummy for milk.  The world I saw, it was so beautiful and worries free then.

2 months into my life got me more attached to the house and my family. I wish I could always be with them. I always felt that my brothers and sisters are much cuter and better looking than me. But never did I feel unhappy because I know I had a loving home and family.

One day, I was doing my usual things, sniffing and playing around the house with my siblings. Then I saw my owner walking to me, hand carrying a carrier. I was curious, what is that box? The next minute, I was put into the carrier along with some milk. I never felt so confined and afraid before. Why isn't my mummy, brothers and sisters with me in the cage? Then my owner took me away. For the first time I was alone...

The owner took me to a place unfamiliar to me. I was being placed at a HDB void deck and my worst fear came true when I saw my owner turned and walked away. I was so frightened I kept crying!

"Come back, where are you going? Don't leave me alone...."

I kept crying for him but my owner walked further and further away before I could no longer see him. It was a terrible feeling that no one could ever understand, the agony of being abandoned.

Hours passed, my endless cries turned into coarse voices. I started to give up, thinking it must be the end of my life. Anything bad could happen and I had totally no control of my life. It was then I saw a figure approaching me and I hid at the far inner end of the carrier, shivering. He lifted me out of the carrier gently with a concern look and started to stroke me. His strokes felt reassuring and I started to feel slightly better. Then I heard someone whom I guess supposed to be the cleaner, asked

"Are you going to keep it? If not I am going to throw it away."

Why am I treated like a rubbish and where is my family and the loving home I used to stay? I then realised the world is not as perfect as I had pictured it.

"Yah, I will keep it," replied the person who found me and he carried me away. He brought me to his home and he let me roamed around. Later, I was fed milk and food. I feel like home again. My family came to my mind and I really missed them. No one to cuddle and play with now, I thought. Then a hand lifted me up, I was placed against my owner's chest and was stroked on the head. I felt the warmth which is the same when I cuddled with my siblings. I felt comfortable and fell asleep in his arms. It was then, I realised, this is truly my home sweet home!

Now, I am 1 and a half years old, still staying with my owner and happily playing with my friends everyday. Having met him is the best thing that ever happened to me because without him crossing that path that fateful day, my life would have long ended...