I was born in the apartment where Mom's friend lived.
She found me and my brothers in a carton box (someone left outside). We're still
wet and sucking mother's (I mean my biological mother) breast.
Two days later, I first met Mom. When she came to that apartment of her friend, mother
was taking us out one by one. She was moving somewhere. I was the last. I really
wanted to be with my family soon, so I cried and cried, but mother never came back.
I don't know why she didn't came back to me. Anyway, I had to stay alone that night.
It was very cold, and I was so lonely.
Next day, Mom decided to take me to her home. She was afraid that mother would never
come back.
But the problem was that she's never lived with cats and knew almost nothing about
cats. She went to the vet to ask how to bring me up, like the food and the toilet
training. The doctor said to her, "It must be difficult for you to bring him
up since you've never lived with cats and he's so small." This gave Mom a shock.
But she tried her best. Of course, I did my best!
I couldn't see anything yet then, I could recognize Mom's smell and voice, I answered
her calling me.
Finally, I could see her gentle face, it took 10 days! |