This is how Emma was brought to the back terrace “You haven’t written anything about Emma,” Zainab complains and the others join to voice this massive omission on my part. “Stray cats give you a heartbreak when they die. Remember Roseee ?” “But at least we now remember everything about her. We have memories,” the Lilliputians pipe in. “Please write about Emma’s story.” Emma with mama Rosee and sibling I think about it. Maybe they are right; if you love someone as elusive as a stray cat then you learn to live with it. You can’t hold on to stray cats, but then, you cant hold on to people either. But memories…yes. I go out to our back terrace. There she sits, lapping up the cat food that I had left in her plate. Emma has lost weight. She is a big cat now, and she is a mother cat. I remember the day she was born… It is a story of cats. It is a story of two generations. It is a story that happens on the back terrace that has become home to two and now