The Feline Patrol

Yesternight I woke up because of my brother's violent knocks on our window interrupting the silent leprechauns behaving inside our house, including me, the gracious dryad (lols). The disrespectful boy was shouting for me to open up the doors quickly. On his arms was a kitten of typical shade of olive. Its small figure was shivering slightly as it snuggled deep into my brother's arms. "He was cold, we need to make a bed for him" He said, almost panicking. I emptied a small plastic basket containing my laundries and replaced them with the futon my brother found hiding beneath our couch.

He told me that he found the olive tabby somewhere around my cousin's street, following him all the way to my cousin's house. When night befell and everybody had to go home, nobody was willing to shelter the cat home, probably because they already had cats in their houses (which we also care for like our own).

My brother decided to volunteer.

At that time, the idea of welcoming a cat into our 'new' house made us excited for some reason. Together we scampered through our huge box of rejected clothes and bags. In my room, I had three floors of closet that were left abandoned, just because I prefer my clothes hanged rather than folded inside a drawer. My brother begged me to let the cat use the one at the bottom. For a moment, I was hesitant to take an untrained cat as my roommate. The last thing I wanted was to turn my room into a castle of litter box. Unlike my cousin's cat, Snowbell, he was trained to take a dump on a proper place. This cat, we only knew for less than an hour.

However, my brother can be really persistent at times, so I ended up agreeing to his stupid favor.  We recycled my high school newspapers and covered the walls of the closet with it. To give it a little hue, I took my flag printables which I was supposed to use for studying, and pasted them everywhere on the sides. Accumulated trivial decorations here and there, and my new roommate's lair was ready for the night. Not too good, but also not too bad.

Just like that, a new feline was aboard.

We used to have a whole empire of cats in the province. It started with one, Tiger. It began innocently with him alone, but soon after, Tiger expanded his reign by bringing home his concubines and so we ended up sheltering four generations of his bloodline. Despite my brother's satirical attitude towards real humans, he surprisingly has a soft spot for stray cats. I, on the other hand, have no choice. 

Once upon a time, amidst the bustling chaos of the dirty market in Padian, a cat became an unexpected companion as my brother and I looked for the familiar back of our mother. We were sure we got lost. When we reunited with our mother, my brother felt he owed the cat a debt of gratitude, so he clutched another cat with him, regardless of its stench. My father was furious upon seeing that another cat will be added to my brother's already empire of kittens, so he snatched it away from my brother's embrace and threw it near the sidewalk. My brother literally jumped out of the car and refused to go anywhere without the cat. My father threatened to leave him alright. But to spoil the story, we named the cat "Slidey" and months later, spawned a burgeoning clan of his own.

The end.