"Why do we have to eat thorns, Mother? Duri unwell. I often kelolotan ... "My son asked. I am sad.
"The flesh is only for humans, son. Naturally, the results of their work ... "
"Is not the mother must work?" I was silenced by the limitations of my brain thinking. I hurried my pace accelerates. I'm tired berkelut with a mind that is difficult grateful.
At daybreak, my soul back in this body. There is no other purpose, live to eat, and also childless. Bored taste. Again meet with them. Can not help it, we were there for their food. Except the rats. But the cat which every day he meets with the rodent reliable is it? Moreover, we do not really like rat meat. I do not know, we just love to catch him. Our popularity as a perennial rivals will rise after the cartoon titled "Tomenjeri" -that spoken man. Hello, our cats and we are animals. Of course we can not read, although I hear there are people who can not read. Perhaps those were indeed soulless animals.
"Today we are home Usman again, Mom?"
"Not yet. Although he was good, but it's still early. Better to find out in the trash ... "
"Well, mother ..."
Memurung my son's face. I was too, but for what? We should strive to be able to eat today. The trash is rarely nothing that we can eat, especially the dumpster behind the house Yono, who reputedly the richest man in this neighborhood. Definitely always "busy" with "food". Aversion, if you want to eat in the trash, we should be willing to fight for food with maggots. Maggots are now more "rotten", cunning and greedy. According to the study of man, maggots are fly children. But we never saw the flies lay their eggs. In fact, we think the fly is not laying. But if true maggot is a fly children, the snug-fitting alone.
"Mom, look no food!" Terrific son. Thank God. There parcel gills of fish lying in the dumpster. Looks like new. We immediately ran to unload the parcel.
"Hey! What are you doing!?"
"We want to eat, why?"
"Takkah you know that all the food here is mine !?"
Again, Yono's favorite female harass us. Not happy he if did not see us miserable.
"How can?"
"It is an area master. It means my territory! "
"Animals do not have property rights in this world! Even though we live in a democratic country like this, but we are oppressed by communism! Man is a tangible manifestation of communism for us! "
"No need to lather to lecture me! You're just jealous because you are homeless feral cats! "
"Envy? How strange you are! And strangely, unclaimed also keep your food requirement is not fulfilled, is not it? Needless to bermajikan if your employer did not realize myself! "
My son tried to get me to go to find food somewhere else. I see a female face j * lang began furiously. Without further ado, though reluctantly, we left a package gills already clearly belong to us earlier.
The morning sun continued to show prowess. Birds cheerful thither. We could only be looked lethargic. Hunger could no longer invited friends. My son began to stagger aimlessly. Come on, we do not have any sense. Eat ya meal. We can not plan. Yes, even though no such thing as a plan, it is how we can eat for today. Amazingly, why men must stingy to share the gift of God? Whereas historically, created first the animals than humans. True, it was no great at all. We created another first yes no no not only to meet human needs.
Because it is on this earth is man managers, the main actor. Then, how can the "caretaker" it destroys something they organize? I really do not understand. Not only me, this ignorance has existed since the days of our fathers. Forest fires, illegal logging, landslides, litter, flooding. Still mending who became the victim is the perpetrator itself, namely humans. Funnily enough, we also become victims of human barbarity against the environment. See just two years ago, when the village is crushed flooded because garbage in the river were already piling up, my mother died of water-borne. I curse men since the incident! But alas, our only poor cat.
"Mom, I'm not strong anymore ..."
"Be patient, son. Let's get a drink first ... "
I took my son to the puddle of water that has colored chocolate in front of the house Usman. A puddle, whose fault is that?
"Let's go to the house of Usman, Bu ..."
"He may go to school, son. See, the door was sealed! "
"It's just that I see the open kitchen window, Mom!"
I started to follow my son to the rear of the house Usman. Remember, I had no sense. No matter how bad it is, we need to eat.
Once we jumped in through the window, we found Usman lying on the kitchen floor by holding the stomach. Why he was not school, I thought.
"Mom, no one seems to be able to eat here ..."
"Maybe Usman has not cooking, boy ..."
"It is almost noon, Mom! He must have breakfast! But why no dirty dishes huh? "
"I also do not know ..."
Usman looked at me intently. His face was pale, his mouth open slightly. If I see from the look on his face, he seemed ill and needed to eat, it seems. We came out. In my head I still remember vividly Usman. What might she fainted hunger? Yes it is reasonable. I understand, Usman kara. Her mother had died two years ago just like my mother. His father went speculate somewhere. Again, I mess around humans. Why are they trying to act like a cat? The father left his son just because of selfishness that is unstoppable.
"Dad Usman why not come home, Mom?"
"Like us, right?" I'm a little laugh.
"But, Mom. Yesterday I heard them on the phone, when his father was very fond of Usman. However, his father was not possible to live ahead with just staying here alone. Usman's still here because he still wanted to continue his education ... "
"So, the father had success there?"
"That's what I do not know, Mom. I do not think so. Because every father called, I see tears running down her cheeks Usman ... "I was stunned. Man, maybe not all the same. There are really struggling in life, there are do not know how to live in this life. Usman good kid. He often gave us food even though the thorn and the remnants of lauknya. We do not care, which is important we could eat.
"Assalamualaikum! Usman? "
It Tamrin, RT here. Looks like he wants to give rice at Usman.
"Oh yeah, right Tamrin school. The layout here alone ... "
I am surprised. Usman kan was unconscious inside. There must be a man who helped him.
"Meoww! Meoww! Meoww! "
Ha? What does a child?
"Hey, Niss ... I do not have a fish ..."
"Meoww! Meoww! "
"Cats weird! Shoo! "
What my son might want to tell Tamrin that Usman was unconscious in? "Aw! Stupid cat! I'm gonna kill you! "My son Tamrin leg bite and now Tamrin was chasing my son to the back of the house Usman. I followed them. "Usman? Astagfirullah. Usman! "Tamrin Usman also broke down the door and immediately woke her kitchen. Like humans, not all the same cat. In fact, my son had a little sense.
"Thank you very much, Mr. Tamrin!"
"Yes, Usman. If you want to eat and no vegetable, just come to my place! "
Usman nodded and smiled happily. He was awake. We are also pleased.
"Let's find food, Mom! My spirit is back! "
I said yes.
"Niisss ... ckckck! Meoong ...! "
Usman call. We also rushed to call Usman. Again Usman back in action. Yes, he gave us rice with a mixture of bones and ... no chicken meat! This is called human: "Rezeki no where". We are very happy. My direct face-Usman gratefully. Although he did not understand what I mean, strangely, he nodded with a broad smile.
"Mom, what Usman know we had helped him earlier?" My son asked as he munched This fragrant rice.
"No, son. Indeed there is a good man like Usman ... "