Dear Little Friday

Dear Little Friday,

I hope you are well now.

I hope you learn to drink the milk by now, or your mum came back and care for you. When I came out from the toilet and saw you on the dumpster, I knew I could not walk away pretending you will be fine. Though for a second I wasn’t sure that you are a kitten. I have never seen a new-born kitten. You were wet, with very little fur all sticking to your body. You head is big and your eyes are bigger. Those big round eyes and a long tail. But I knew when I hear your meow. Again and again, when I was in the toilet. I wasn’t sure if you were calling for me.

I just could not leave your there.

But I’m sorry I can’t bring you home either.

All I could do was spend some time to warm you up and make sure you get through the first hour. For once I realised I know very little about rescuing animals. So I got some newspaper, bought a pack of milk, But you didn’t want the milk, or is it because you didn’t know how to drink it just yet? I was confused, and I was disappointed at myself for not knowing more. You kept crawling away from the newspaper and nearer to my feet, I could not hold my tears, were you asking for a cuddle?

Then a kind gentleman came and got me a box. As I put you into the box and sooth you with my fingers, you slowly fell a sleep. He kept saying: Bawak dia balik lah, dia nak ikut you. (Bring him back, he wants to follow you). I said sorry I can’t, I stay in a condo and no pet is allowed.

I so wanted to. At least for some weeks till you are feeling better.

Oh Little Friday.

I’m so sorry that I did not do more. I absolutely regret it now. I could have just wreck it and bring you home.

Why do we always doubt ourselves even when we are doing the right thing? Why do we worry so much about the consequences of helping others?

I hope you are OK now and grow up in pink of health.

I found you on a rainy Friday evening, and so you are my Little Friday.

Oh, I know of another Friday, but he is not so little.

Love,

RQ.

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亲爱的小五,

你可好?我希望你大步跨过那一切痛苦。

刚出生的你被遗弃在油站厕所内的垃圾桶边,让我愣住。一开始以为是淋湿了的小猫,可是你的体积实在太微小,我才惊觉是刚出生的婴儿。你喵喵叫着,是否在叫我? 那不重要,因为我无法弃你而离去。

怎么办?我压根没有接生过小猫。

匆匆跑入店内买了报纸和牛奶,回来想喂养你,你却丝毫不想喝奶。一直爬着爬着,竟然离开报纸爬到我的脚边。你在向我要一个拥抱吗?出生在倾盆大雨的星期五还得不到妈妈的温暖,我实在泪崩。

可是我真的没有办法带你回家。

内心一直地挣扎啊。虽然说是因为还有事情要忙,可是那一切都能被安排不是吗?只要我愿意。

可是我就是太理智。

现在太后悔了。

你还好吗?

一个善良的男人拿了个小纸箱给我,把你放入箱子内,看你舒服睡去,留下牛奶盖上报纸,告诉油站小妹麻烦照顾就离开了。那个友善的男人说:把它带走吧,它像是想跟你走。我说没办法,家住公寓无法养宠物。

对不起小五,当时是我想太多了。

真的应该把你带回来照顾。

希望你好好的。

好后悔的,

小邱。

 

 

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