From a lost kitten to a new friendship
In Douala, people's doors used to be open during the day, and only locked before bedtime. Anybody, or in some cases anything, could roam in, almost anytime.
One morning, a small Siamese-looking kitten entered our home through the back door. I love cats, so I was not going chase it out. Everybody else, however, was urging me to "get rid of it," telling me "it could be dirty," and "who knows where it came from." I told them the kitten was very clean and certainly belonged to someone who had lost it.
|Amina in 2012|
Sad update in 2021: I found out recently that Amina had passed away. I don't know what the
cause of death was. We did meet again, in 2015.