Name : Khairina Binti Ibrahim

Class : 5SC1









Age : 13 human years = 75 cat years

Breed : Mixed blood (half Persian)

Sex : Female

Characteristics : Bluish grey eyes

Eager to get a hold of her, I rushed to my dad and held her furry, little body against my chest.
Surprised by the sudden affection, she scratched my skin with her mighty claws and jumped off me.
The pain hit me like a bus, as the scratches and cuts became bloody and sore. My worried parents and
siblings didnt stop me from giving it another try. Hence, I slowly approached this little ball of fur,
kis-kis-kis, and she came, pushing her body against my thigh.

Questions filled the room as we discussed about the name we ought to give her. Soon, we settled for
the name Snow White, as she had white fur, so white that it was incomparable to snow. However, I
thought the name was too clich and boring. So I spent the next few hours thinking about the suitable
name. Alas, I decided that she were to be named Bubbles; as I was a huge fan of Bubbles from The
Powerpuff Girls. Thus, the name suited her.

I am 17 years old this year, so Bubbles have been with us for about 13 years and counting. She has
given birth to numerous adorable kittens for the past decade, but most were given away. The cycle
kept going and going, as her little kittens matured and gave birth to more cuteness. But soon Mama
decided it had to stop due to the insufficient amount of time and space. So, Bubbles and all the adult
cats living under our rooftop were sent to the vet to be castrated.

Bubbles have been with me through so many obstacles. When Im sulking or crying, she would
slowly approach me and settle down on my lap. Sometimes, I would carry her around the house, and
shed put her itty bitty little paws on my left shoulder. However, when my brother tried to do the same
thing, she pushed her paws against his body, refusing to let him hold her. Isnt she a cutie? Anyway,
we also have a fish pond and an aquarium. Known for its beauty and size, Koi fishes would catch
anybodys attention, especially Bubbles. When shes alone, she would take a peek into the pond or
climb on a stool and press her paws against the aquarium glass. One time we caught her in act, so we
tiptoed behind her. Boo! we shouted as she fell to ground, surprised and ashamed.
The day I feared finally came. On 25
th
January 2014, I woke up to her disappearance. I waited outside,
calling out her name, waiting for her little figure to cat walk down the slope. She never appeared, and
it was awfully strange. Her daughter, Mimi was also worried, as she sat in front of the windows, and
looked out for hours. I printed out flyers of her, and slipped them into my neighbours mailboxes.
Days passed, and Bubbles was still nowhere to be found. Maybe she went to another place, to die
peacefully. Thats what theyd say back in the day, Mama said, slowly caressing me in her arms. I
sulked and sobbed day and night, looking through her photos, trying to accept the awful fact.

28
th
January 2014 I came home from school, tired due to the abundance of activities and things I had
to do. My dear friend had sent me a message through Whatsapp, and the shock made my heart beat a
little bit faster. It appeared to be that a person was selling cats online through Instagram and one of the
cats was Bubbles. I was so sure that it was her, my soul mate, and tears came to my eyes because her
eyes screamed Help me! and fear was taking hold of her. I rushed to my dad and Mama and we
agreed to arrange a fake meeting. However the seller cancelled on the last minute, and that just made
it more and more curious and suspicious. The seller also changed his username on Instagram twice,
and made his account private on the same night.

So we went to the police and made a report. The sergeant in charge was a nice fellow, sincere to help
me get my cat back. However minutes became hours and hours became days, the seller wasnt
replying any of my and the sergeants messages. We figured that he already found out. Just let go,
and let the cops do what they can, mama said. I agreed as the pain was surely unbearable, and the
more we waited, the bigger the pain grew. So, lifting a big weight off my shoulders, I let go of her. So
here are my last words to you, Bubbles:

Dear Bubbles, this is my tribute to you. You will always have a piece of my heart and I hope youre
strong to face the world without me. Youre the best cat in the whole wide world, my guardian angel,
looking over me since I was four. I am stronger now, the anger and sadness from your loss has given
me the will to succeed in life and stand up to whatever that brings me down. Thus, if God wills, we
will soon meet each other again. Thank you for being there and I want you to know that you are my
unsung hero.