Remembering a Cat in Poona Piagapo

After such chit-a-chat and few minutes of rest, we decided
to walk fast home. Ombra, the horse, returned to his
original owner.
I myself, walked ahead of everyone from barangay Tangclao and
the barangay captain of Nunungan followed.
On our way, I saw a cat that looks exactly as this one.
He was standing on the hilly ally.
"Where are you headed to? why are you alone?" I asked.
The cat followed us.
To my surprise the cat followed me down toward
Nunungan.
I stopped thrice to coax him and talked to him but could only
hear his purrrr...
He doesn't like to be be carried. He just wanted to walk.
Walk and walk and walk till we reached the mosque of
Nunungan--- a mosque vandalized with "Bravo, you're a gay!"
et. al. (though, Col. Benny de Leon said this is already
repainted because he doesn't want that the military be severely
criticized for this desecration of religious site.)
We stayed for a while at a hall where people gathered and
had early dinner at 5 p.m.
I gave food to the cat, too.
I theorized that the cat was left by its owners when the
people of Tangclao evacuated.
The cat was left to hear and witness bombings, air strikes,
and the actual violent combant between
soldiers and MILF rebels.
Uh, this cat could have been hiding elsewhere in terror.
And God knows, he survived.
The cat could have been severely traumatized...
could be his reason why he walked with us from barangay
Tangclao to Nunungan.
I believe no cat would follow a stranger this far...
except this cat.
I asked someone to take care of him; feed him and
make him a part of their home.
Two residents in Nunungan gladly accepted the cat.
Before I bid goodbye to everyone, I was looking around where the
cat went (to see him in a moment.)
I roamed around the hall and did not find him.
I went inside the mosque.
He was there. And the cat sat on a carpet staring at me.
As we glued our eyes together, I whisphered "bye
and take care."