A SAD TAIL

There once was a little girl who had a pet black kitten. The kitten was the joy of the little girl's life. One day the kitten strayed and was seen no more. The little girl was heartbroken.

Although time passed, the little girl never forgot her kitten. So, some years later, when she was walking with her father in another neighbourhood, she was overjoyed when she came across her kitten in a garden on the side of the road.

The kitten appeared pleased to see her and her father knocked on the door of the house to see who was in. He explained to the lady who anwered the door that the kitten, now grown into a cat, belonged to his daughter and that she had been heartbroken when the kitten had strayed.

But the lady's reaction was firm. This was her cat. It had always been her cat. She had no intention of parting with it. And would the father and the little girl please go away.

How do I know this story? Well, I heard it from the father when I came across him and his daughter in the street on one of their regular visits to the scene to see if the cat was around and if so to give the little girl the opportunity to say hello to it, albeit only out in the street.

I was back in the area today myself and had a short conversation with the cat (above).

If only cats could talk.

My heart bleeds for the little girl.

But who said that life was fair.