Looking for Bông (Vietnam)

I knew the only shy girl in Saigon. Then I discovered that all I needed to do was to ask about her cat. Her cat was called Bông. It means cotton, though the cat was neither white, nor was it light. But fluffy it was.
The girl would be happiest when talking about Bông. Her favourite story was about Bông’s fondness for a bird that always showed up at their windows at the same time of the day. The girl would send me video clips of the cat waiting by the window for the bird and getting animated when the bird finally showed up.
One day I found the girl distraught. She said Bông had run away. Seems the bird didn’t show up for a few days, prompting Bông’s escape. I consoled the girl that Bông will surely come back and that I will look out for Bông when I am around her neighbourhood.
I lost contact with the shy girl a few months later. To this day, when I am around District 3, I crane my head up hoping to find Bông, who is neither white nor light.