Chapter 4: The Epic Rescue Before I had set out on my Rescue Mission, I had dropped a pink frangipani flower beside hu-mum , my eyes shining with unshed tears. I wonder if she had sensed that I was conveying a crucial message though I doubt that humans possess the gilt-edged intelligence of us cats. Absent-mindedly, she had pressed the bloom between the pages of a diary, as I continued to stare at the pages on which she wrote furiously. Muay ’s love for frangipani flowers was something special. Every time we'd go frolicking on the front yard, she'd spot those delicate, fragrant blooms and would sniff the air around ecstatically, swivelling her head like a malfunctioning doll. Digging her claws into the bark she would climb the gnarly trunk with sudden bursts of energy. Zooming like an unguided missile from branch to boughs, Muay marked every territory on the tree with her toe beans . Gently ...
Sanguine Allegory is a cache of fables, fairy tales, and fantasy. With a weave of words on a dreamy tapestry, there are nostalgic memoirs, stories of lands faraway and also poetry.