Yes, Oringe went missing one day. I can’t say I can blame him. My sister had a part in that… But let’s not rub it in further.

Oringe went missing and couldn’t be found until 2am the next day. My eldest sister came down too to help find him. I was stuck at work and only got back home at 3am.

He was found on the 5th floor at someone else’s doorstep with Blackie, the neighborhood police cat, eyeing him like a meat.

My sister’s boyfriend found him but couldn’t bring him home because he was scared and was going to run away. My sister came down and he seemed to recognize her.

And he’s back home, safe and sound.

What a chaos! I’m just happy that he’s home!!