Si Cemong, the mysterious pussycat
My husband’s cat Si Cemong, holds a very special place in his heart.
Often I find myself second compared to flourish amount of love and
attention Azman is showering the animal. He can spend a long time
explaining to me what beautiful black stripes Cemong has, and how
graceful it can be while making a mess out of the clothes I have folded
in my wardrobe.
Si Cemong is one greedy spoilt cat. I spent exactly 30 seconds to
walk from my seat to the kitchen, get the ketchup bottle and come back
to the dining table just to find my share of chicken for dinner has
disappeared.
My husband, who claims to love me till the end of time witnessed it
all. He saw how the nasty feline leaped from the floor and snatched my
precious fried drumstick, gobble the juicy tender flesh down its throat
and yet he did not move an inch of his muscles to stop it.
He did not shoo the cat away, he did not spare me my dinner. Instead he
picked up the left over chicken bone, put it neatly on his very own
plate and described all this to me in vivid details. Oh how my heart
was shattered! Si Cemong and I are cherished by the same man…
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