From the desk of Mama Piggy:
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Cookie in her chubby days.
My sister's cat, Cookie, went missing for 16 days. The family combed the carpark, void deck and even the neighbouring HDB blocks after it was discovered that Cookie was missing. But for 16 days, there was no sight of the tabby.
Yesterday afternoon, my mother, who was again doing a spot of gardening at the community garden, spotted Cookie. But Cookie was somewhat afraid of her and ran to hide under a car. My mother had to lure her with some wet food before she could get close enough and catnap Cookie home.
Poor Cookie was somewhat traumatised by the 16-day ordeal. She fell into a deep slumber for a long, long while after she came home, but was twitching a lot and meowing in her sleep. She lost some weight, but is otherwise physically okay.
My mother said she shed some tears over Cookie. Cookie had "adopted" my mother, and the two of them have developed a special kind of bond. Thank goodness they are now reunited.