I have always liked cats since I was in 3rd grade. I forget how I got my first cat. Her name was Tuty; a female tubby. She cried for help from the roof of my house. I could not help fetching her and checked her condition. I came out of the house and begged my dad to take her off the roof. Luckily he did not have to do that. She came down by herself.
I was in a horror to see her poor condition. She was dirty, hungry, and bleeding on her eye. It was in the mating season. Apparently she had been hunted down by all male cats and their claws had been successfully buried in her eyeball. She lost the eyeball two days later.
From that day I learned that I will never stay away from stray cats.
Soon Tuty got pregnant, and she had 3 cute kittens. I watched them growing until one day a disaster started to burst out.
I was in my uncle's place when my Dad called yelling at me. He had lost his dinner!! My Dad got pissed off for the cat fish he grilled had landed in the mouth of Tuty!!! Ooops!!! My Dad had made up his mind, and I went speechless. "You can say good bye to them now".
That night was my last time to see Tuty at my home. I had no idea where my Dad had taken them. I felt empty. Then between my tears I decided to stay away from cats.........for good.
