My Brownie..

It's 5 a.m..About half and hour ago..While I was having my sahur..One of my cats..An orange tabby named brownie passed away..



You might be wondering..Why is she so sad about a cat dying..Well folks..Brownie is a part of my family and we've had him for about 3 years..And he's the one with the loudest voice amongst the four cats that I have..Maybe for some of you out there..Dogs are your best friends..But for me..It has always been cats..Brownie was the cat that listened to all my problems..And somehow everytime I tell him my problems..He just sits down beside me purring..Without me having to pull him to sit..Cats are animals..They cannot understand our language..Actually they do..They just can't respond to what ur saying..At least..That's what I feel..


Brownie has his share of wrong-doings..From pooping on the couch to tearing up things..Oh he was a mischievous cat..




But he was my cat..MY BROWNIE...