Miki is shy and doesn't quite warm up to me. When it sees me, it runs in the other direction.
This is me getting chummy with Miki. It looks terrified.
|Ish! Tak tahan tengok orang senang.|
|Naper dia garu kepala aku?|
Miki was quite despondent that day and let me hold it in my arms.
|Dia ingat aku ni baby ke?|
I obviously don't know how to handle cats. I don't think they like to be carried.
|Per? Per? Bila kita nak makan?|
Miki belonged to my late uncle. But my brother inherited the cat way before uncle passed on.
Pets. They grow on you. You love them to bits. And when something happens to them, you cry your eyes out. Nope. No pets for me. I can't take the emotional trauma.