In the previous post, I've written that I've lost the kittens of a mother cat. The mother cat actually reunited with one of them a few days after that post. A neighbour's maid found one when she was buying some breakfast nearby and brought it home. I took it to the mother and they looked so happy. Then my grandma gave some food to the kitten and I assumed they went out to get the others because my grandma told me that the kitten went missing again (I was already in the office).
Then a few days later, that same maid gave us another kitten (picture on the left). It has a very peculiar colour. It's actually my first time seeing a cat like this. One of a kind. And I still dunno if it's a female or a male. My sister said it's a female because of the colour. But this cat is not afraid of anything. And I mean,
anything. Not even a much bigger cat (the bigger one is the one afraid of it) or water. It actually likes it. And it's also very territorial. Every time there's a cat wandering around, it hisses at the newcomer even though the so-called newcomer is a frequent cat that usually visits our house.
Then a few nights ago, another neighbour kids gave us another new kitten. It's much smaller and some mother cat (that used to be ours but is now everyone's) kept hitting it so they decided to keep it at our house. My sisters were here so they of course didn't reject the offer. My grandma unwillingly accepted it but the problem was the older territorial kitty. It kept hissing at the new kitten. So we had to put it inside the house in the living room. We had to do that for several days until we decided that the older one has got used to the presence of another cat. Until one day, they actually shared the same place to sleep. They still fought but it's friendlier than before.
One afternoon, some neighbour kids borrowed this new kitten and brought it to their house. I lent it to them since we were cleaning the house anyway. As the older kitten was alone, it looked pretty lonely. It was usually very energetic; jumping everywhere. But that day, it just slept for almost the whole day. I opened the front door to let it out but it just stayed still near my feet, as if waiting for the new kitten to return home. It was really saddening because the kids still hadn't given it back.
What's even sadder was when it was time to sleep. I put the older kitten on its bed but it just sat there. I almost cried then. I let it in the house again and it actually slept on my lap. I guess it's already used to the new company. But I had to let it out because that's where it usually sleeps.
This whole thing shows me that even cats as small as my older kitten need a friend. Even if they used to fight all the time, when they're already accustomed to a new company, they will miss the presence when they're alone.
Now I just need a picture of them sleeping together.
