He's Gone and I Miss Him...

From the moment I saw him, I got really interested. He was different, totally different from the others.

I was staring outside through my window, the first time I saw him. He was as white as the clouds in the sky. His hair seems so smooth that I want to run my fingers through it if I could only reach him. I saw his black eyes look at me which made feel nervous. I am afraid that he'll get irritated and would find another place but he did not. That was really a relief.

And our days continued that way. Each morning as I opened my window, he's there at the same spot I just first saw him. He would sit there until he fell asleep. Sometimes, he would see me, but seems like it doesn't matter to him. Other times, he would walk away but I know that he would return.

Until one morning, I never saw him.

Three days had passed and still there are no signs of him.

I began to question myself.

Did he get irritated of me?

or Had he found a new space to stay?

Answers never came to me. He never came back. I never saw him again. I never heard his voice again.

I never heard him again say meow while stretching after a long sleep.

I never saw that little cat again.

Meow was gone.