Monday, April 28, 2008

Missing Little Rio

Rio, our newly adopted kitten had disappeared last week. I had been too heartbroken to update my blog ever since missing my cute little kitten. I even dreamed about Rio and constantly wonder whether he is somewhere safe.

How did we lose Rio? Last week, we figured that Rio was bored at home. He had been constantly following us everywhere whenever we are home. It’s like, we had a puppy instead of a kitty. He even followed me into the bathroom as I took my wudu’ and then ran helter-skelter when I turned on the shower and he got splashed. Right on his wee little head. I didn’t do it on purpose – didn’t see him sitting watching me did ablution. Nevertheless, it made me roar in laughter because it was so comical.

So anyway, we went out for a drink at the food stall behind our house. As Rio had been cooped up in the house since his rescue, we brought him along so he can see other than the sofa, the four walls, the toilet floor, the toilet itself and our notebooks’ screen. Rio was interested in everything he saw that night. He smelled here, he smelled there. Then suddenly, he was no more to be seen!

We thought he’d come back after finished inspecting his new environment and perhaps, making a friend or two but he didn’t. Suami Terchenta said that maybe because of his ‘sensor and balancing dah rosak’ (he can’t even smell his food a few steps away from him) he couldn’t locate our table. We walked around to search him, but he had simply vanished!

Truth is, I had this mixed feeling when he was gone. I felt guilty for taking him out that nite and losing him, but at the same time I was relieved because it’s not really healthy for him to be trapped in the house without a companion cat to steam off his kitty energy. We only managed to play with him an hour before we rushed to work, and a few hours at night because we are really tired after work. Like this, how to spend time with our kids (later)? We did look for him but he was gone. In the morning, we peeped out the window at the food stalls, and he’s still… gone.

I’m hoping that he could find his way back home and when we come back later, he’ll be at the front door waiting. If he’s not, then I hope that Rio would survive and be able to mingle with other cats there.

I miss Rio terribly – his amusing little games of chasing our ankles, his frenzy war with plastic bags and the way he springs at us (konon2 to surprise us) and then runs to hide behind the kitchen’s curtain. His funny expression when he poops and his yowlings of delight at our voices when we return home.

And after all the exertions that leave him tired, he would trot his way into our laps and curl up to sleep, a happy and contented kitten who only craves for a piece of love from these two humans.

Come back home, Rio.