Home alone and starving was how Tiger lived when i left for work one day. Not that I didn't feed him, actually he had the usual cat food waiting for him. But he'd rather stare at the window than eat what was on his bowl.
It was November when Tiger was no longer playful and jumpy.
When December came, he decided it was time to go around the neighborhood. Tiger would go home if he wanted to, but at times he had his dates. Most nights, i would find myself looking for him.
Then, he stopped coming home. I waited. And waited. And still waiting.
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