City of Shared Stories Kuala Lumpur

She first noticed it when she forgot to slide back the latch on the gate. There wasn't any wind but the gate swung open halfway and there was an almost imperceptible movement in the grass leading up to the leaking garden tap.

Another time she drove her Kancil into her porch and was unloading her plastic bags of groceries from Parkson when she dropped one. Her packet of Maries burst open and the half broken biscuits spilled out. She turned around to secure the rest of her groceries. When she turned back to clear the mess, the biscuits in the driveway were gone.

Her suspicions were confirmed one evening when it was raining. She opened her gate to drive in. When she went back out with her semi-broken umbrella to shut the gate, she noticed the wet paw prints. They led to a cosy corner of her dry porch. The prints ended in a wet spot shaped roughly like an oval as long as one's arm.

From then on, she left a bowl of water in the porch. She bought some dry dogfood and filled another bowl with it every morning before she went off to work. She never tried to touch the maker of the paw prints. For two years, all the food and most of the water kept disappearing from the bowl by the time she came home in the evening. Then one day they just remained there. There were no more paw prints on rainy days.