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noticed small injuries, which made me spots, thinking maybe it had moved

wonder if it had ever been cared for. to the dormitories... or perhaps it had

ventured out to the nearby restaurants,

Whenever I saw the cat, it would glare or maybe... It’s really gone now.

at me with its dull, muddy eyes, as if I

were disturbing it. Its ears would move The campus feels emptier, and the quiet

back a bit, and it never looked happy to classrooms feel heavier than before.

see me. For some reason, I still liked it;

that disheveled look just spoke to me. It’s strange how something this small

I even liked the way it looked grumpy, can leave such an emptiness behind,

and I just could not help loving the cat. no closure, no definite goodbye, right

between hope and despair. I still think

I would see the cat all around the that one day I will turn a corner and

campus. Sometimes it would sit by the see the cat again staring at me with

walkway while students were walking that resigned look.

by too busy to notice the cat. At times,

the cat would rest on the clean college I think I would be really happy to see

stairs or by a bench, watching everything the cat look at me like that again.

with those same annoyed eyes. The cat

did not seem to belong to anyone, yet

it didn’t seem entirely alone either. The

cat just existed on the campus, moving

around in its quiet way.

Recently, I haven’t seen the cat anywhere!

As I walk across campus now, I still

find myself looking for it in the places

it used to sit. Sometimes I think I catch

a glimpse of its white fur or its curled

ginger tail; but it’s never really there.

I’ve even wandered through unfamiliar

hallways, hoping that I would find it.

I tried searching for it in its favourite

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