My head just barely touched the pillow less than a second and I started to ask mum about the kittens... Those poor sweet little fluffs who were apparently putting up in our house for a week for a 'tour'.
Maybe you can say it is an expericence.
But everytime I think about them, I just can't help it but cry- of course Trixie cannot see it because she is asleep now.
I have come to a conclusion: Humans are selfish creatures.
Havent we read that or watched that in mutiples of televsion dramas and stories?
Yet those are so very true...
Mummy brought those two sweeties home from her office that very day and we had this 'introductionary' game with ourselves. Cute darlings but yet very shy at the same time.
But... XiaoBu was one insane kitty. Weird mad black, fat kitten that meows all the time, besides that it pounces. Pudding is the more sweeter baby.
I know that my post is coming out in tattles but I am writing whatever that enters my mind...
Doublechecking it with mum, she brought them to the office land placed them on the table and the other cats jumped on the table as well and started hissing at the babies.
The mother cat is stupid enough not to recognise her babies- especially when they have been mewing to her loudly. I just wish those kittens won't be an outcast of the society. Because if they do, I will have to bring them home again.
I don't care if Dad disagrees. I have grown up a lot in this one week and caring for these kittens are like caring for my children. What a huge reponsibility I'm weighting on my back.
Ha.
But... For their sake, I'm willing to do anything.
You can say that part of me is already attached to them.
