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Thanks to Hilman’s wackyness to do some publicity work for
this blog, more have read and shared they’re views on it(i bet that initially he
wanted to share the kitten’s dark story, but obviously the tempias got all over
to the rest of the blog). Some said the story moved them. Some said their
friends cried reading the story. Not forgetting that there are also some who
read the whole post in tanpa perasaan. And there are also those who said
"..saje buat2 sedey; nak amek ati..". Some commented here directly. Some commented at the group discussion. Ade y buat both. And ade jgk y did’nt
respond anything at all. But, whats for sure is i’d like to thank you guys for
stopping by.

Well, regarding the mass attention given on Piro’s (the kitten.full name Piroshky.
refer previous post), here’s another post regarding the little grey kitty’s
story. But since the story’s gonna be told from my point of view, so it’ll
somehow be a story about me also. and a long one too. I think. Sorry for that. Read on.

The story begins with me thinking of what to do about the kitten, right after i
stepped out of the showers that day. “Maybe i might give the fella a bath or
something”. “Maybe give it something to drink”. “..or feed it maybe”.
So on my way back to my room i thought that first i should take the kitten with
me before anyone else does. But surprisingly, it was gone the minute i walked
out the washroom. Maybe someone took it already. Maybe someone threw it away. Or maybe it got down the stairs. Maybe it fell all the way down to the floor of
e100 while playing around the stairs. Maybe it was right in front of me but
missed it because i didn’t have my glasses on. Hahahadui laa..~~ Hmm..maybe.

Balik bilik i went straight to post the kisah after telling the story to my two
roommates.

Fast forward to somewhere around midnight, before balik bilik, i urged myself
to go look for the kitten, just to find out what might have happened to it that
day. Poor little fella. Found it curled up near the secondary stairs,
shivering, staring at gigantic human beings passing by. Tried to give it a pat,
but it seemed to be really scared of people at the moment. But then after a
while, it seemed that the fear might have gone a little bit. To cut the story
short, took it to the toilet and gave it a little scrubbing. It stink bad when
in contact with water. But a lot of shampoo solved that problem. Toweled it(with
kain buruk je), gave some water to drink, let it dry, then tucked it to sleep.

Next morning it meowed me up around 9am(haha~). Then abg Farid drop by and sponsored a kotak of dutchlady chocolate milk. It drank half
the air kotak, before hilman and me dengan rase berat hati took the decision to
move Piro outside, before little Piro does some ‘unwelcomed’ things inside our
room. Right after Piro’s basket(sponsored by Hilman) was put outside, together
with Piro himself, then it happens; started by “pinjam Piro kejap..”, Piro
continued to ‘travel’ around second college, one place after another.

End of introduction.

And the main point that I am trying to highlight here is
about the many decision makings that we have to face to continue to live. The
more we breathe, the more decisions we have to make. And to make it worse, the
older we get, the lonelier we’ll get making them(decisions). Making choices are
hard to do, but making them alone are worse. And that’s one of the most menyusahkan-est
thing to do as we grow up.

Wait. That wasn’t actually my point. Aku sebenarnye nk ckp
pasal keputusan tu sendiri, about how & why we make them and whether they
are perfectly right or terribly wrong. Yes. That’s right.

Let me give an example. From the story above, we can see
that I have to choose between keeping Piro inside or letting it go. By calculating
the logics, it might me obvious that keeping it out ought to be the best
option. Only one problem; we are humans. And our love and care for certain
things makes it far harder to make decisions.

When we care more than we actually should, we tend to
evaluate things more deeply. in a more complex-er method. usually more “..what if..” ’s are applied.

Confusing, huh?

Let me explain. **Remember that this is just an example** It’s
like this; caring a little bit much for little Piro means that I wanted to keep
it all to myself. I’d like to do all I can to keep it safe and comfortable. To
feed all its needs. But for some unavoidable reasons, I just have to let Piro
go. And after a few days, as expected, the kitten wandered off by itself. So
then days go by for e400 without little Piro. People all over ask the same
question; “where’s Piro?” , or “how’s Piro doing?”…

And I just replied “…entah.”.
 

At first rumors has it that Piro was seen somewhere
downstairs, but was somehow claimed to be named ‘Liza’ for the bangle it had on
one of its legs. Ron told me this. And then I went to look for it, but returned
with no success.

Then Hilman told me that Benjo had taken the kitty to his
room, feeding it with whiskas that he bought. I asked Benjo himself. And he
admits it. So I didn’t go rumbling off to his room to tuntut Piro back because
I’m guessing that Piro is now in good hands.

But after a few days, Hilman again reported that the kitten
was now with Amirjoe. I went to check on amirjoe, but he said that he never
kept that little kitty, and let it wander off by itself. I went to look for it,
but it wasn’t there.

A few days after that kecoh blok pompuan that Piro was found
playing along the corridor of the girl’s
room. Piro’s a kucin jantan, so no wonder la. Hehe~ kecik-kecik da gatai..chet!!

Then yesterday a miracle happened; while waiting for an
outing for dinner, I found Piroshky at the tempat duduk at the stairs of
dataran selasih. No more red paper with ‘Piro’ writtern on it. Man has he bloated. (Maybe it was just me but I think) that it
meowed non-stop for a few minutes to me until it fell asleep on my lap that
night. But because I had to go eat, I left sleepy Piro all alone again at the
tempat duduk itu..

Then another rumor started saying that sam(friendster name.a
first year student) is taking care of it right now, feeding it whiskas too, while claiming to change Piro’s name to something that sounded like excelon, or something like it. Anyways,
I’m just glad that Piro has a home now. For now maybe. Because sometimes, in order
to make the best choice, we need to let go of the things we care for. And as
for me, when I know that it’ll get everything that it needs, the supplies it
should, and the things it wants, at whatever the cost, I’ll tanpa ragu-ragu
bear the pain, just to make sure that the ones I cared for gets the best things
in life. Some of the things that I could not offer to give. Maybe something that it needs, the
supplies that it should, and the things that it wants.

Be it a bad habit that I have. Name it stupid. Whatever. I don’t know.
And I’ve done the same thing over and over again. But this time, is my first to
another living creature.

End of echo.

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