My Cat Lied?

Every day, I would ask my white cat, Yoghurt, "Have you see Cocoa today?"
And every day she would give me the "Nope, now feed me" face.

However, today I found out from my Aunt (who is also my neighbor) that Yoghurt has actually been having short dinner moments with Cocoa the past few nights. Did my cat lie or was my Aunt mistaken?

I was outside my house a few hours ago, having a moment, thinking about Cocoa while cleaning up the kitten house (I have 4 kittens), when my Aunt came out for a smoke. As she was observing me, she noticed Yoghurt milling around the kitten house looking for attention. She suddenly asked me where Cocoa is. Having to say out loud that Cocoa hadn't been home in a while made me feel horrible. Like it actually is true, not some horrible nightmare. To cheer myself up (how sad is that?), I joked, "He went on a holiday and decided not to come home anymore." Which actually made me feel worse. Stupid really.

After listening to my sad ass story about my cat, my Aunt casted a confused look. She tilted her head while looking at me and said that it was not possible for Cocoa to be missing. Because just yesterday, she saw Cocoa around our housing area. She said that he was even having dinner with Yoghurt off the food bowl we placed outside.

Now that just confuses me. Firstly, why would Cocoa come for dinner but not enter the house? He always, ALWAYS enters the house via our top windows. He broke a few precious vase my mom had placed below that window by landing on them. Aunt suggested that maybe someone from the lower leveled housing must have kept Cocoa in our stead. Which actually upsets me. He's mine. Not theirs. And Cocoa hates strangers. I can't fanthom the thought of other people cuddling him. It's not fair.

While I was lost in the little monologue in my head, Yoghurt came over for a scratch. Which then hits me: She has actually seen Cocoa. She said she hadn't. That little! I gave Yoghurt a hard stare. A scrowl added. But she just stared at me back like an innocent little cat. And then she stalked off. Bloody hell. That bitch lied! I yelled at Yoghurt to "get back here!" and "don't pretend like you can't hear me you shitty cat!" but I was happily ignored.

By then, my Aunt must have gotten bored (or scared of the fact that I was actually arguing with my pet over another pet) so she went back in her house before I could ask anymore.

So I promised myself that tomorrow, after work, tomorrow and every day after that, I will wait outside our house until my cuddly cat comes back home. If I can't rely on Yoghurt then I have to rely on myself. Until I see him and have him back, I will not be at peace. We begin tomorrow.