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Year 2005, CHINA

Dear Diary,

After raising a baby girl, I got myself a baby boy again. This time it’s tougher because he’s really tiny, fragile one. I really dunno how to shut his mouth whenever I hear him cry sounding like he’s gonna die! And since I don’t want to be disfigured, I have to bottle-feed him. He’s only 3 week old. I’m the only one who’s looking after them. I always murmur that I’m already overloaded by work and here I am, trying to nurse another one. The grown up isn’t even cooperative; she’s green- eyed whenever she sees me cuddling this tiny one. She hisses like a snake every time I let the baby sleep with her.

The first time I brought the baby boy home and laid him on her crib, she was so mad! Distracted, she stepped out, never got inside the flat, she was moping to the max. And I could hardly imagine how she managed her self-declared “hunger- strike”. She missed her meals for two days. I even had to carry her to her own crib but still she strayed; she saw the little one being laid on her bed and she hated it!

It took me time to pacify the two. “Baby girl, please don’t get ratty; you’re still my baby. You have to accept that you’ve got a brother now. You’re gonna enjoy his company, I promise.” These lines I usually uttered to her. She listened (“,)

Now, they’re playmates!

I’m still learning the rope to motherhood. I tried to give the best for the first one and I’m taking on the nanny and maid chores at the moment to the little one. I wished I had my Brad Pitt who could adopt these poor earthlings (wahahahaha! Angelina Jolie’s BP). Wellas, with or without a BP, I can manage to be a single mother to my two babies, my purry kitcats- Molly and Toby.

Used to be my babies, Molly and Toby (2005, CHINA)

Used to be my babies, Molly and Toby (2005, CHINA)

I’ve been keeping this diary or journal to remind me about my kitties I had with me when I was living in China. Since I had to leave to follow another lane of life, I asked a friend to adopt these two cats of mine. While I was on my way to the adopter’s place, the kitties kept on meowing; I could hear their cries, especially Toby’s. I knew he was begging me not to leave them. He kept clawing me and meowing ‘Please don’t give us away.’ This scenario was like eating my own heart. I know they are just pets but they became a part of me, an extension of my personality and soul. They put smile on my face and warmth in my heart. How have they been now? I wonder…

Once again, I bid FAREWELL to Molly and Toby and to my childhood sweetcats. Let me roll out the red carpet for my new paw- claw full, furry kitten. You’ll know more about him anon.


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