Mingkei's Dead and Conversing
my six-day old cat already purred her last. it's weird how she triggered my melodic past to again resonate its melancholy. the moment i saw her, dead and stiff, was the moment that i never thought would stir me to resolve my past.
i never did like cats. they're, ahm, irritatingly noisy. even before i saw Mingkei outside the CMC, i always preferred dogs over them "furry seducing" little creatures. i never thought that i would adopt her, but the moment i saw her was some sort of a divine apparition that made me do the opposite. she still had her eyes closed (newborn, abandoned by her cat mommy) and was crawling aimlessly beside the sewer seal. i honestly thought that God rained cats that day - and this one was for me.
so i nourished her: fed her milk (Spanish, courtesy of our landlady); fixed her bed; woke up every 2am just to check if she's still purring; played deaf towards my boardmates' teasing that she'll be dead soon (and how they would kill her); and prayed to God that she'll survive to see Addy. everything went well. everything was cute, just like Mingkei whouwould slowly open her eyes everytime she cuddles up in the palm of my hand. she's going to survive, i told myself. she's going to die, they told me.
and she did.
i brought her along with me to Eki's home. i don't know if it was the piercing cold that bruised her delicate skin, or probably she wasn't used to travel at all, but the point is she died. weird enough, it happened after i have read my mp10 prof's short stories (which is another story) - particularly about cats dying in their mommy's womb just because some kids were learning how to count carresingly (with kitten fetuses as their academic material). well, i just wished that MIngkei died the same way as they so that i wouldn't have bothered investing a bit of love for cats. but then again, it's not about cats. it's about babies. humans.
i gave her a "proper" burial. i wrapped her in one of my unused pillow case (geometric shapes, courtesy of my Mama), put her in a medical paper bag (antibiotic, courtesy of my aunt), and let her float on the rushing stream just like Moses, with rain playing with me, beside the vet hospital and CFA.i thanked God for her and for the disturbance that she caused. she probably ended up in the sewer - just like some babies who are now residing in the stench, who weren't so lucky to be born and left beside a sewer lid and who were carresed by hands that don't know how to count them as living. their proliferating corpses populates the under ground that is rightfully for human waste only. well, enlighten the people wasted them in the first place.
for MIngkei: who stirred my past to disturb me once again. i wonder if she already sprayed herself with perfume, talking to "them" right now, how her six days were spent, and what is the current state of the sewer. was i enough? what will she say?
meow.
and they would just probably laugh.
