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He returned unceremoniously with his catwalk just aloof to all the excitement that happened in the household during his disappearance. I wondered what he must have been up to. I just wished that I could somehow read his mind to know exactly what he experienced and what were the adventures and misadventures that he experienced. I wanted to know whether he was a hero, a valiant cat who saved a fellow feline kind or was he just a scaredy cat who ran away at the first sight of danger.
Oh, maybe I should just let things be as it is.
Perhaps, the company of strays that he kept may not go well with the high breed that he is from. The occupants of the house might look at him different if his friends were diseased tick-carrying ones. What if he had consumed something so obnoxious that he had not never eaten? Are the householders still going to hold his face close to theirs if he, in his curiosity, held his close to something so repulsive?
Like that many things in this world or our lives are filled with mysteries and secrets. Sometimes, we better let some things stay buried oblivious to our knowledge. Things may not look as sweet if the bitter truth is laid bare. The high standing accorded to certain people may not seem worth it, even though that individual may genuinely make a concerted effort to amend past mistakes. There is always a second chance. Just knock, the doors shall open....
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