You never really forget things at all sometimes. What happens is just that you push a memory away from you, bury it somewhere you wish you'd never find again and then one day, bam! It hits you from nowhere and things come flushing in. You can't stop it. You suddenly remember. And then you realize that you've never really forgotten. The memory has just been dormant and shrunk into size. But it's still there. A shrunken memory..
Seven years ago we made a decision that changed our lives. My husband and I took in ( bought ) a 2 month old cat (from Penang) who at that time was a tiny one and could fit into my husband's pocket shirt. We named him Woody because of his colour and we never looked back. Since then we've breeded 10 of Woody's offsprings and 5 grandchildren. After several deaths, a disappearance and some giving away, only 6 remain with us. And they are indeed a sight for sore eyes, a source of comfort and joy and above all, our children . Can't imagine life without them.
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