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Dear Mr. Gates:
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Date: Sat, 7 October 2006 13:36 WesternIndonesiaTime Subject: Death of the Second Cat
Apparently my worry like written in my previous letter, about "......my tip of 20.000 rupiahs could be assumed as my wish for the number two person in this country, or the vice president, to become zero or die....." regarding my giving a tip of 20.000 rupiahs on my visit to my mother's grave on September 29, 2006, was materialized in the death of the second cat in the house where I live. Before October 4, 2006, there were two cats in the house where I live, both male and adults. The first cat appeared around early 2004, one the night the sound of a kitten screaming along the night from the front of the house. In the morning my niece took a closer look to the kitten and decided to take it as a pet in the house. A few months later it grew to be an adult cat, white and some dark yellow spot, with short tail. My niece named him "Minyong". The second cat appeared around early 2005, similar thing happened again, the sound of a kitten screaming all night. Again, in the morning my niece took a closer look to the kitten and decided to take it as a second pet in the house. A few months later it grew to be an adult cat, white and some gray spot, with long tail. My niece named him "Miyu". Yet I prefer to call him "'Ndut", because of his rather fat body. And there was a strong differences between "'Ndut" and other cats around the house, because "'Ndut" had longer hair in some part of his body like in the tail, in the legs, and in the bottom of the body. Several months later I found out from a book about cat given for free by the Kompas newspaper, that it could be the semi long hair cat, "Maine Coon" cat from North America, or at least he had some blood of such cat from the parents. In the morning of October 4, 2006, before I started to go to the grave to get the prolong of my mother's grave license permit, as usual I washed the dish, spoon and glass that I used to eat in the early morning meal along this fasting month of Ramadhan. While washing the dish I spot "'Ndut" sleeping in the driveway under the Chevrolet Blazer. In the afternoon when I returned from the graveyard, with the license permit of my mother's grave, I should get the sad news from the gardener working in the house, that "'Ndut" had died after the Chevrolet Blazer ran over him when the driver was going to leave the house.
Date: Sat, 7 October 2006 14:00 WesternIndonesiaTime Subject: It Was a Smart Cat
Besides the differences in its longer fur on certain part of his body, "'Ndut" was also smart. He could catch many mice. One day he even obtained more than three mice along the day. Whenever I was alone with him in the house, and one of the cars came, he would ran to the front of the closing door between the dining room and the garage, took a sit there while screaming as if asking me to welcome my niece or my sister or my brother in law to come in to the house. Actually other cars often stop by in front of the house, and even one of them was also a Chevrolet Blazer of the neighbor next door, but he could differentiate them, he never "welcome" other cars than the cars of my niece or my brother in law or my sister. He also could differentiate between asking for food or for drink or for a door or just checking the availability of the persons in the house. He would do that by screaming intermediately, and when I went out of my bedroom, he would go to the kitchen to his food bowl if he was asking for food. If he asked for the door, he would not go to the food bowl instead he would go to the door and after I opened it he would walked out of the door.
Date: Sat, 7 October 2006 14:22 WesternIndonesiaTime Subject: Stretching the Front Legs, Point of No Return
Two days before he died I experienced something strange with this cat. It was in the afternoon, after searching him in other places, I found him sleeping under the Chevrolet Blazer that was in side the garage. I squat beside the car and called him by clicking my fingers, and he raised his head, then stretching his front legs toward my self while his eyes were staring at me. All of a sudden I felt like he was asking me to go away with him, to get out of this world. But the I thought it must be just because I was too obsessed with fulfilling my consent to move out of this world. He was then took a sit on the floor, and wiped the floor with his butt, then approached me, and after I wiped his neck he immediately turned back to where he was, to sleep again.
The way he wiped the floor with his butt like reminding me with his sick on early January 2006, like I wrote in my letter to Paris Hilton, The Cat Disappearance Before Sacrificing Day. At that moment I was alone in the house for more than three weeks because my sister and her husband were having a pilgrimage trip to the Middle East. He disappeared for more than a day, and it made me felt guilty because I felt responsible to keep him well, since the whole family loved him. So I prayed along the day hoping that he would come back soon. Approaching midnight when I was writing my letters to Paris Hilton in the computer, all of a sudden I heard a scratching sound in the window. I thought it was a mouse or something, and when I looked through the window, it was Miyu, covering his excretion. I immediately opened the window and asked him to get in, but he looked so sad, and only sat there. He only took a glimpse for a while toward myself then staring to the other direction. I took him with my hands and put him inside, then took a piece of fish from the refrigerator. Yet he was reluctant to eat, and kept on crouching on the floor. Then he moved to the corner nearby the phone table, and after a few minutes moved again to the stair, then moved again to the lower part of the stair, and back to under the phone table. It began to make me worry, what if he died and I still alive, as if there had been a switch of my death destiny with him. I prayed for his cure. Later on I knew that he was suffering from a pair of wound in his butt, probably he was fighting with other cats and was bitten. A few days later after some treatment by me and the maid and my niece, he survived, and gradually getting wealthier. Until on October 4, 2006 he died, and this time I was having no chance to wish for his cure.
Now I feel that his gesture of stretching his front legs toward my self were really like his inviting me to go away with him to fulfill my consent to move out of this world. As a point of no return.
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Thank's, A.M. Firmansyah Tel. +62812 183 1538
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