Momma Cat
She’s gone. The village whore.
Eleven years after being rescued from around the public market in Las Pinas, Momma Cat, the progenitor of all the front-yardigans is now officially MIA. Reports from the previous week indicated that she wasn’t eating right, despite of an infusion of new Whiskas, she’s gone the way of long-tail, short-tail, big black, little black, and a whole gamut of other cats that didn’t live long enough to be given creative names.
She was the cat who would come running from wherever in the village upon hearing the familiar sound of the rumbling of my car, the sound of the front or side door being opened, the rattle of cat-food in its container, or the inane high pitched call of “feeeeeeding time!”
She is survived by Calico (the bitch that refuses to die) as well as long-tail’s two kids, ugly-cat and yellow-cat.
Alas her demise heralds the end of the front-yardigans. Even though the title of village whore is now passed on to calico, she has never been much of a mother. Of all her kittens, not one has survived. She’s recently given birth to a set of kittens in the ceiling, although as of this writing, their pathetic little cries have faded away.
Alas, Ugly and Yellow will never have litters because they have testicles.
