When I moved to Kuala Lumpur, life got busy. With so much to do and new responsibilities to juggle, I’d almost forgotten about cats. Almost.
One day, while working quietly at the dining table on the ground floor of Kensington Park Home, a serene 3-storey gated community, something unexpected happened. I heard soft, deliberate steps coming down the staircase. I looked up—and there it was.
A black and white cat, calmly walking down the stairs like it owned the house. It paused halfway, looked right at me as if to say, “Hello there!” and then casually strolled out the front door like a boss. I sat there completely transfixed.
"Now where did that cat come from?" I wondered. It was a brief, fleeting encounter. I searched for that cat after, asked around, even looked out in the evenings.
But I never saw it again. Just when I thought I had moved on from the world of cats… one found me.
Even if just for a moment.
