Pinky pitter-pattered into my life one day in July 1993 when I was living in my semi-D home in Kuala Lumpur. Yes, she was such a gentle creature, moving softly everywhere, never howling for food or spilling any.
The three-year-old new resident followed his owner, my daughter-in-law from Melaka, who had come to stay temporarily while the apartment she and her husband had bought in a housing estate not too far away was being renovated. And that was the beginning of many joyous moments of having a pet in my home for the first time.
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