One day I heard a faint meowing somewhere in my room. At first I thought it's just my imagination for it only lasted 3-4 times. Then I decided to play with it by replying, "meow, meow..," then it replied back!
A cat in my room which is located on the second floor? It could only be under my bed then. I admit there're lots of bric-a-bracs there, which can be potential 'home' for some insects.. but a cat?? My, my.. the level of chaos down there must have reached its peak!
So, to satisfy my curiosity, and to make sure that the cat didn't do anything dirty in my room, I had to 'dive' into the 'chaos' I've made myself under my bed. I took out some goods, searching any living thing with a flashlight. Then I found it, a cute kitten!
It still couldn't open its eyes fully and the movements were still awkward. It's already night outside and it was cold. I decided to keep the kitty in my room for a moment until the mom came. I built some simple shelter for it. The kitten kept meowing until I put my mp3-player, playing "Lullabye for a Stormy Night" by Vienna Teng near the cat.
