I'm Justin and I live alone since I graduated in college. now, I'm in My late 30s at least 10 years of living alone so I already used to it.
one day, I saw two cats in the sidewalk, they're so thin, and tiny. too small to live alone in the street. like a malnourished being. so I decided to take them out and bring it with me to my house.. actually I'm not a pet lover but I do have conscience. that's why I take them. at first, at first of the day, I named the two cats ken and pau.. pau is a white hair cat and ken is the black cat. it's hard to handle the job because I feel like it's another job for me to take care of them but still like I said, I do have conscience,so I don't have a choice but to take care of them.
little by little.. I got used to being with them every day, until I forget the days, month, and Year and now they already grownups. I'm happy to see them every day.
after two years of taking care of them. pau the white cat suddenly bite my hand and then he ran away. after he bites my hand I feel like I want to sleep so I decided to sleep and when I wake up, those two cats turn to human.
