We would like to
share a story how Muezza fund founder, Muezza the cat found us
Both MF human
team members were car pooling to work as usual since 2008 - and Dec 19th,
2012 is just another working day for us.
We are best friend for the past 21 years and car pooling is something
that we both love. We fight, we talk and share stories in that average 1½ hour
journey every single working day. To
non-Malaysian friends, you might wonder how far our journey to work is. The distance from our homes (both of us stay
not too far from each other) to work places is about 32km but the traffic in
Kuala Lumpur is heavier compare to any European countries, except Italy I guess.
On the evening
Dec 19th, we were car pooling back from work place to home by using our usual
route when suddenly I notice that I accidently left my son’s birthday present
in the public area in my work place
building (my son will celebrate his 2nd birthday in 2 days). I had a mixed feeling whether to make a
U-turn and pick the present or continue our journey home as we already travel
more than half of our journey. The other
human team member insists that we make U-turn as we had experienced of losing
our belonging before. We made an exit
from the first highway, made a U-turn, drove back to the same highway and faced
another bad traffic while entering city centre.
I still remember that I was mad at myself. By the time we head home for the second time,
we were exhausted. Our 1.5 hour journey
turned to be 3 hours journey. The talks
went slowly off and the co-driver almost dozed (lucky her, not me as I was the
one who chose to drive every evening). It
was almost 8 p.m and the surroundings were already dark. Exited from the first highway (MEX highway),
we were entering second highway (KL-Puchong highway) which are smaller than the
first one. This second highway is a 4-lane
highway with a road divider in the middle and the traffic is still heavy even
though not as heavy as 2 hours before. 6-7km before reaching our residential area, I
have to slow down when approaching a traffic light (to a fire station) that was
turning from yellow to red.
Suddenly I
saw a small creature jumping from the road divider and trying to cross to the
other side of highway. I could not see
clearly even with street lights but the first instinct, it is a kitten from the
movement. The other human also saw it
and automatically she jumped from our car (luckily by this time I already
stopped the car due to traffic light already turned red). She picked the
creature that almost cross the road, was bitten, bleed and run back to our car.
Inside the car, our first glimpse, it is a black kitten.. too young to be there
alone, let alone trying to cross the road.
Until today we are not too sure how he end up there.. in the middle of
the road divider. Maybe there is a
monsoon drain connecting the road side and road divider and he used the drain
to walk from where he first came from. Things
that happened that day were not ordinary. Everything was twisted. That’s what I like to name as miracle.
The kitten ran
and hide somewhere inside the car and was crying loudly the whole journey. I was panicked as my house quota (decided by my
other half) is already full and the other human team member already has 18 cats
in her home. So, finally I called the
other half, trying to speak with the softest tone ever and asking him whether or
not if I can foster the kitten. No definite answer but a long “hmmm”. Knowing the other half better, that
translated to “ok if I don’t have any other choice than allowing you”. I won. Long story cut short. That’s how
Muezza chose us to be his human slave.
And it was also a foster failed case.
Being his human slave was always fun as he was always my youngest boy
and both his human brother and Muezza are consider almost similar generation in
human & cat years. Toys fighting are common in our home. Both of them always claimed the other’s toys were
theirs. Yet both are very close to each
other. Since Muezza went missing on Feb
10th this year, his human brother suffered most.
Tomorrow will be
6 months since Muezza has been taken away from us. How would we know that
Muezza has been taken from us and not ran away after his fall? 2 communicators (we get some help from
religious men who performed special prayers to find out the answers) told us
the same story. This story is dedicated to our special boy. Where ever he is
now. We are learning to accept and move
on. Even though it’s painful, we believe it’s more important that Muezza has
been well taken care of than our needs of wanting him to return to our lap.
Thank you
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