I am Fudge the stray cat, who are you?
I am Fudge the stray cat, who are you?



Before I had a name that my half mummy gave me, I had none. The only names that people called me by were 'meow meow', 'cat cat' or 'dont touch that dirty cat ah boy'.

I can't remember much about my past, or rather I have chosen to forget my past. Maybe I once had a lovely home back in the past, but now, the void deck is my only home. I have been roaming around for a while, and one day, this girl came up to me and patted me on my head. It had been a while since anyone showered such attention on me, and from then on, I had a name, and my name is Fudge.

Every evening, I will wait in anticipation for my half mummy to walk by the block, and once I see her, I will run up to her for my daily dosage of affection and cuddles. Sometimes, I will be sleeping in the bicycle basket which is the most comfortable place on earth to sleep and dreaming of milky river filled with delicious salmons and then I feel this soft pat on my head and I know it's my half mummy.



Everytime, when my half mummy has to go back home, I will whine and follow her. I will give her my signature sad sad look, and then she will squat down and continue patting me. My favourite move to make her heart melt is to roll on my back. It works all the time. My half mummy will always tell me that she loves me alot and would love to bring my home, but her mummy will definitely make cat curry out of me. I have no idea what curry means, but it sure sounds scary and something that I know I wouldn't like.

Life as a stray cat can be quite interesting, because I get to roam around the buildings and prey on all the unsuspecting lizards, pigeons and whatnots. But sometimes it does get very boring and I do wish I have a nice home to call my own and a lovely owner who will shower me with unconditional love and attention.

Lately, there is this hum sup tom cat who has been pestering me. He is superly annoying and I heard from from the cat-vine, this hum sup cat has been going around terrorizing all the other cats in the neighbourhood. But he also very poor thing because judging from the red cat collar, I know he must have been abandoned by some heartless human beings.

Sometimes, in the still of the night, when I am in my cozy bicycle basket, I will think about how cruel human beings can be. We are helpless creatures and yet they choose to harm us when we did nothing to hurt them. I am lucky, at least there are no crazy pyschos around here that goes around hurting me and my fellow cats, but I know there are those who are not as fortunate.



I am Fudge the stray cat, who are you?

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