Kangkang would always rub her body against my leg when I was angry and I couldn’t bring myself to ignore her. I would pet her head in response. She was a happy, active and a positive girl and she loved to follow me around.
Someone found her at the carpark when she was barely a few weeks old. I took her and instead of rehoming her, I made her the last cat i would keep.
She still had blue eyes. We named her Kangkang (康康), which means ‘healthy,’ because we wished for her to grow up strong and healthy.
And she grew up just a little. She was quick in slipping in and out of the room and most of the time I didn’t even notice.
She was small in build and loved jumping around.
When she was ill, Tedted, the same lovely boy who groomed and slept with Mr Tom also groomed and slept beside Kangkang.
Of all the places , they chose to rest on the small foldable table. Tedted is a special boy. He often gives comfort to the sick.
Kangkang loved to rest at the door and most of the time, I would open the door and let her sleep in front of the gate. I also let her walked along the corridor, hoping to fulfil her wishes. Even after midnight, I kept the door opened just for her and she seemed to sleep comfortably and at ease. It was as if she was telling me that there is nothing to fear even the door is open late at night. We slept with the door half opened.
We don’t know what is infesting her lungs. Both her lungs were covered with what looked like tissues and her lymph node on her neck was enlarged. I was sad and kept hoping a miracle could happen…
Mel thought the photo was Flow(the movie). Nope, that was Kangkang!
May the merits accumulated be dedicated to Kangkang’s favourable rebirth.
Every cat is special. With Kangkang, night is merely the absence of sunlight!
Cats who teach me to fly... 