It was a long time ago, i used to have a Male cat. i had him when he was a kitten till his death.
He was a strange cat as strange as his name COTTON. As soft as a cotton was his fur.

It was at the time when he was young, handsome and brave 😺. At a time when it was normal for him to have a gf. Or in their language, mate with a female cat and leave both of them behind.

As his adoptive parent i accepted that fate, he meet a beautiful cat and fell in love 😻.
But then the tragedy happened, she dumped him cruelly.

He was sad. He went to their meeting spot and would stare into the past memories of their relationship. Which was also my rooftop.

His sadness came to a point that he decided to take a daring move.
He went upto the rooftop bravely and stood onto the end of it. And started singing for her. He was crying out to his gf. But sadly, i felt it was the most worst sound i had ever heard. i could understand why his gf didn't come 🤧. i came running out of my house, after realising that it was my baby, my cotton. There he stood at top of rooftop, my heart brust open😱. i tried to help him down but he stood unshaken and stubborn in his decision to die.
After a long time of waiting he didn't move a muscle. And i felt bored, so i left 😑.


Later knowing his gf won't come back, he moved back and slide through the roof like a ice skating king and stood at the end of the roof. Crying in a weird tone, which could be translated as.
" Come pick me up, i am tired of waiting for her. "

The End 🤣🤣.

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