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Porchay is used to his cat going out, has been for years now.
Did he stay up all night the first few times? Yes. But all for the freedom of his daughter. Who’s certainly is going to cause him to have a stroke young, with all the days she spends in the streets.
It had taken a few minutes and many puppy eyes for Porsche to accept the idea of a cat in the house when they found her. Too much fear she would break and destroy everything they had.
This fear was found to be true, of course. She did break a few things, and they couldn’t let the toilet paper out of the drawer, or when they weren’t looking, she would make a mess. But as Porchay’s plan, Porsche became too attached to the cat to really kick her out. They named her Wik.
So, they became a little family of three.
The first time she escaped, Porchay cried. She’s been with them for 2 months at that time. He was so worried she would get hurt or never come back. But, less than a day later, she was in their kitchen, just chilling.
And like that, they got used to. Never really put a tracker on her because it was too expensive, but she always came back.
That’s why he’s having a total meltdown. Porsche’s at work, and he’s the only one at home. Wik had not come back in 4 days, which is a record for her in these 2 years she has been with them. She never stayed out longer than 2 days.
Her cat food was full and her litter box clean. The last time he has seen her was four days ago before going to school. He remembers having kissed her cute face and told her he was going to see her later.
Back to his meltdown.
He searched the entire house, knowing she had a habit of hiding, but nowhere to be found. Porsche still didn’t know about this, Chay always told him that it was fine, she must be somewhere in the house.
But today, after waking up again to the full cat food and clean sand again, he was ready to freak the fuck out.
Trying to calm down a little, he sat down in the sofa, thinking. Wik always came back, maybe she just got lost. With the little time she used to come back, she was never going too far. Maybe a walk through the neighborhood could help him find her. He could put some flyers too, for people to know she was lost.
He was just worries she was hurt, but she a stray before, could defend herself better than most cats.
Holding on to that thought, he got ready to go out, getting his keys and shoes, out of the door he went.
Chay knows that neighborhood like the palm of his hand. Growing up as an orphan with only your older brother, many people around who saw them, always tried to help. Mei, a little old lady who lives across from them, basically raised both of them. While their uncle was out, she was the one who used to watch both Porsche and Chay.
Knocking in the old door, Chay felt a sense of déjà vu. He ran way many times after a fight with his uncle or Porsche, always going to the same house across the street.
“I hope you didn’t fight with anyone again little Chay”
Mei still the same as Porchay remember. Her kind small eyes, the crinkles around her face, her dark skin, and the smell of cats. All the same.
“No sorry, not this time I-” Chay paused before panic reach more of his brain, “It’s about Wik”
“Oh, that sweet thing, yes, what happened?”
“She didn’t- She’s missing I-”
“Chay, it’s okay” Old hands holds firmly on his, small and warm, and he could feel himself calming down. “How can I help you, Bambi? Huh?”
“I’m going to go looking for her a little, I’m really worried. You think you can give me some treats to see if I can attract her?”
“Yes, of course. Wait here a moment”
She went back in the house. Chay saw her cats following her inside. She has 7, many of the other passed way of old age, but the one she had now, are still kicking. Their fur was always on her clothes, no matter which one was.
Some minutes later, she comes back with a bag full of treats.
“Here. For you to try and find her. If you saw some other stray cat, put some for them too, okay?”
Chay learned so much from this woman, Porsche too. He hopes one day he can repay her. Thanking her, he took the bag and went to try and find her.
She normally wasn’t far. Maybe she was just around a corner and was being petty to not come back.
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Kim didn’t know why he went back to that place.
After he went back home, Tankhun was waiting for him at the gates. He smiled and hugged him, pushing him inside his room for the rest of the night.
“I can’t have one of my siblings looking dead on his feet. You’re sleeping with me tonight.” That’s what he said.
At some point, Kinn had come too. The three of them could fit in the big bed of Tankhun. Kim felt someone kicking him in the middle of the night, but it was the best sleep he had in months.
Tankhun was back on his feet the nest day. They spend the whole day together, Kinn had something to do, but tried to find them when he could.
He almost forgot everything that was wrong with him. With this family. Until, at the end of the day, he felt a vibration on his left leg.
Left leg.
The pocket where he put his special phone. From when his dad wanted to see him.
His whole body froze at the tension, he could still hear Khun talking to the fishes, feel the warm bread on his hand.
But he knew if he took too long, it could be worse.
“Khun, I need to go grab something. Can we do this again tomorrow?” He hoped he sound relaxed.
“But we were going to watch a movie” Tankhun wined, and Kim felt himself smile a little. “My own little brother is abandoning me; how could he do something so mean”
His brother is way too dramatic, but it’s like that that Kim likes.
“I will watch it with you when I come back, okay?”
A nod from his brother, and he went back in the house, to his dad office.
After that, it a blur. He just knew his dad asked for him to torture and kill someone, and he did. The memories are all foggy.
He’s feeling empty. He wishes he could feel something after what he had done, but he feels nothing, and that scare him. This part of him that don’t feel is important for business, but not for him.
Too drawn in his shame of himself, he got out of the house, letting his feet take him.
And that’s how he was, again, in front of that damn view, not knowing why he had walked to this place.
A few minutes passed, and a mowing got his attention. Looking for it, he found a cat. When the cat got closer, it rubbed itself on his legs, and Kim could hear the purring.
The same cat that had stayed with him.
Crouching to get a hand on the cat, he started petting the little thing. Kim didn’t know much of cats, but he thought they were supposed to be mean and not care for anyone. But this one was so sweet; it was melting everything inside him.
He took his time to look at the cat some more. They were clean, and a little chubby. Didn’t look injured and was very sweet.
“You are not a stray cat, are you?” He asked holing up the cat and looking at their eyes. “Too clean for a stray, and your chubby belly tells me someone spoils you”
He stooped to think for a moment.
“Your owner must be missing you”
The cat just meowed back. Kim smiled; the cat was really cute. He wanted to squeeze it, the little nose, it was just too cute.
“Maybe you live close”
Picking the cat up and getting up, he started to look for the better way to start looking. In the end, he chooses a random street.
Knocking door and more doors, asking if the cat is theirs, but no one was the owner. His hands were really starting to hurt from all the knocking.
He was going to knock on another door when he hears some footsteps.
“Wikyyyy”