…separated from its kittens.

it’s breaking my heart. i never thought that i would feel sad, or touched by this.

o’shea gave birth to the third generation of cats. two cute little kittens. bubble and jes, we called them. white bubble and spotty jes, bubble looks so much like it’s grandpa Nyek and jes a mix of its mother o’shea and father jack.
having lost three cats, o’shea’s ‘siblings,’ the cute kittens brought some ‘happiness’. why lost? well, they just ran away, without a word. they like to wander out, but one day, they never came back.

now, bubble and jes are one month old already, and it’s so fun to watch them jumping around, playing with o’shea, which always seem like ‘talking’ motherly to her kittens. licking them lovingly. the kittens are so eager to go around the house, but her call would always bring them back to her.

well, my parents are getting tired of caring for cats, so we had them kittens up for adoption. well today, my sister’s friend adopted them both. i know they are going to be in a good home, cared for and will be loved. but it’s kind of sad thinking they won’t grow up ‘remembering’ us, we welcomed them to this world one month ago. they won’t be playing around the house anymore. and little white bubble won’t be following me around the house every morning. and jes won’t be jumping around trying to catch our attention.

and o’shea pleas tonight sounds more heartbreaking. looking for her kittens, calling for bubble and jes. she sounded so sad. she’s restless. nuri and edid had been comforting her since siti’s friend came to take bubble and jes away. stroking and hushing her to stop calling.

it breaks the heart.