One day when I was 10 years old, a cat wandered into our backyard and it looked injured and so I went to it. it had injured its foot, so I picked it up and took it in.
My mum helped me nurse him and soon he got better and I was determined to keep him. I fed him and took care of him and even gave him a name.
Not long after though I started getting sick, and it kept getting worse until I had to go see the doctor and then I got the shocker.
I was allergic to cat fur and that was the reason I got sick. I was so sad but I knew I had to give him up, so I went around all my neighbors’ houses asking for who had lost a cat till I got him back to his original home.
So, despite my love for cats, I know that I can only admire them from afar because I definitely can’t keep them.
– May Okanigbe