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They Had Gone...


Just only for about 2 hours I left the chicks, something terrible had happened..
(Take a look at my previous post below)

The chicky that was wounded had sad

After that I started to count the chicks
Well, there are only 13, which means 1 still missing
It comes to my surprise when I saw this...

Yeah, the lower part of its body is missing...

So, I carried out my duties as a good owner....(eceyh)

In this backyard, there are two of my family's cats that had been buried here
The first cat (Cookie) and the forth cat (Miao Miao, don't EVER ask me about its name)
That is life, we will face death one day or another
Never think that we will be able to live for tomorrow, because today might be the last...



  1. isy. ape jdi??
    ksian gle ayam tuuuuu.
    kucing eh wt cmtuu..
    eee. kjam ny. kjam ny.

  2. kucing atau ular...sedih kan??

    x dapat aa nk tgk ayam tu besar...(macam ayam aisya)

  3. huuuhu. nsb baek chics tu bru lgi. klau da lame, mmg mnangis meraung kot. huhu.

    ayam aisya msti la besar.
    siap kne mandi ngn ayh aisya. shampoo skli. :P
    try mndikn the chics. xP

  4. nanti mati kesejukan...taknak aa

    tunggu aa dah besar tahap pipi aisya ke


  5. gambo tak jelas sgt la...dah buat macro ker? heh

  6. menggigil tgn aku mase amik gambar...haha


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