I lost my kitten Giant on Chinese New Year. I am not sure how he went missing, but it was my fault for not locking him up in the cage the night before his disappearance. I rarely have him locked up because Giant was a well-mannered kitty - he never strayed far away from the kitchen and dining room, and he often sat on my shoulder to wake me up in the morning so I would prepare his breakfast. Giant loved eating steamed chicken and would mew excitedly when he chowed down on a piece.
It is heartbreaking to look at the packets of kitten food and fur comb that I have just bought for Giant, knowing that I will never be able to find him again. Giant had only been with us for almost two months (he is around 4-5 weeks old) but the hurt from losing him so suddenly cuts really deep since he was a part of the family.
I will be missing his round furry orange figure and lively kicks and bites. Wherever he is, I hope Giant is safe somewhere in a caring person's hands. If he is no longer alive, I hope he had met with a quick and less painful death.
