A Love Story Between A Mother Cat and Her Kittens

Last month when we returned to this country, we were greeted by a small family of cats that consisted of a mother and her three kittens. The mother has visited us before so she was quite friendly. The kittens, on the other hand, were scared because it was their first time seeing people up close when for a month they've been alone before this.

Being the nice person that she is, my grandma fed them and soon they're brave enough to approach when we called them to have some meals. Usually during the feeding, the mother would just stay back and let the kittens eat first. And whatever that's left, she would eat it. That's how much she loved her children.

Then, my grandma started putting the kittens outside the house so they would have a different environment from the backyard. The neighbour kids like cats as well so they played with the kittens. But they were overwhelmed by the loud noise and strangers so they mostly hid themselves in the bushes. Getting them back inside the house every late afternoon was a bit of a work because I assumed they were already comfortable playing outside.

But last Sunday, the kittens went missing. We called for them but other cats came instead. We waited a few hours and called but none came. The mother looked for them too but it was a fruitless attempt. Her meow sounds different when she calls for her children and I still hear it from time to time. It sounds really sad. She doesn't want to eat as normal because she can't find them. She usually holds some food on her mouth and calls for them so they can eat it. But alas, nobody comes.

I just hope whoever took the kittens takes good care of them. Although, I do wish they came back because the mother sounds and looks so sad. Even the neighbour kids are sad that they have no kitties to play with.

Family

The other day on my way back home, I saw a little family consisted of two quite young parents and their toddler. I was sitting right behind the driver, whereas the family was in front. I assume the toddler was tired because she kept screaming her hair out. And the parents just ignored her. I was listening to some music so I wasn't really bothered, although the shouting was still heard clearly.

Then, it got me thinking: what would I do if I was the mother? Would I ignore my kid too? Or would I try to calm the kid down?

Until now, I can't imagine how I would look and feel like if/when I become a parent. Will I be able to cook my husband something? Will he like it? How many children will we have?

Heck, will I meet someone? And when will that be?

People always say that everyone will have someone to live with for the rest of our lives. I tell myself that as well, but it's not my fault that I sometimes think otherwise. I can't help but be impatient.