The abandoned cat

 

Four or five days ago, I saw a black and white cat pleading with people at the mosque.  It wasn't afraid of humans, it went around them asking and asking, but it was trained enough not to enter the building.  After a couple of days, it stopped asking.  It never spoke to me though, but I saw it under the shoe rack.  Its face looked like it had been injured somehow.  I wanted to bring it some food, but I kept forgetting.  But yesterday I remembered.  I looked for it, but one of the guys said it had died.  That happened quickly, only a few days of abandonment.  A cat martyr.