Susan loved pets. Jessy and I had our own cats. I remember mine was called Chacha, plain white furry and her’s Lisa, grey and white fur. We had to get rid of Chacha when she stole milk one day from the boiling pot. I couldn’t believe it since we had trained her for so long where to get her milk. We had to get rid of her because those were signs of being wild, as Susan put it.
That was a sad day for me. She kept coming back until one day we tied her in a box and threw her far. She couldn’t find her way back home. I hope to see her one day in heaven. The dogs were fun too, though I hated cleaning up after them. The dogs were out on the compound while the cats were in the house. Since we kept changing the cats and dogs, they were not used to each other so whenever the cat became curious and left through the window at night, they would get eaten by the dog. We would cry so much and get all depressed then Susan would get for us replacements.
We would walk the dog out at night in the estate. The dogs were only opened at night so the whole day they were locked in their dog house.
Those animals were the beginning of my love for cats and dogs. Nowadays I cannot stand seeing a stray dog. Makes me want to cry and take it home with me.
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