Short story about my Cat

“I love cats because I enjoy my home; and little by little, they become its visible soul.” -J. Cocteau

In summer of 2013 around 3:00 in the morning. I was awoken by the loud sound of crying kittens. I suspect someone has left them behind. So I went down (we live on the 17th floor that time) to check. I followed the sound of their cry and there they were on the ground floor lying in the corner of a small open window terrace with their mother nursing them.

As I go closer their mother was hissing and yowling like warning me to stay away of her babies. Which is nice to see protecting her youngs. They were seven, and looked about a month old. Probably their mother has just moved them all in the area from their birth place. I left after the mother cat had nearly attacked me with thoughts of coming back to bring them some food.

Everyday I brought them some cooked fish and meat. The mother cat wasn't hissing and yowling at me anymore. She seem pleased that I've brought them some food. A week later, I saw a young couple feeding them with some cheese and bread.(they were awesome). Two weeks later, three kittens were disappeared. And I suspected the young couple who was feeding them took them home. (I hope so)

There were four kittens left, so I've thought to adopt two of them and leave the rest to their mother. So I took two kittens home. I was so trilled to have them and feeling sorry to their mother at the same time. A couple of months later, although it's hard for me, I decided to put the female kitten (almost grown up) to adoption, because female cats are most likely to get adopted unlike males. Also, I've realized if you want to pet cats, they are better when alone - no partner in crimes. ^^ (They love being alone anyway). Not too long after someone has adopted her and I'm sure she's as happy with her new family.





The two stray kittens I took home.
Sleeping in the basket.
Summer 2013


 



The male kitten
 



Because he's such a cutie I named him "Cutie"
Fall 2014

Cutie's will be turning 2 this summer. And right now he's sitting on my lap watching the letters move as I type.






His favorite seat - my lap