Around two or so weeks ago, a couple of cats decided to move into our home. The cats are a mother and a kitten. The first time I noticed their existence was when I walked into the kitchen after school one weekday. I thought that we were burgled again because my lunch was a mess on the dining table. Our helper told me about the cats. Then I saw them lazing around on my Dad's old massage chair like they are the proud owners. The mother is white. She strutted around like she is the lady of the house and thus I called her 'Lady'. The baby looked very weak at first and something on her forehead caught my attention. I thought that its forehead was wet/damp but chose to not pay too much attention to avoid bonding with the animal. Later I saw the duo on my Dad's chair again. The mother was licking the little one's forehead. I thought that the fur looked odd and went for a closer look. To my absolute horror, I saw the kitten's cracked skull! There's no skin there! It was horrible. I notified my Mum and she was all calm like she had seen such things. She explained that someone probably cracked the kitten's head with something. Pitying the duo, she gave them milk. From that day onwards, the helper fed the cats leftovers.
The little one began to pick up. It wasn't in pain. It began to run around. Its coordination is pretty good. With my Mum and the helper away, I bought cat food (dry and 'gourmet' single serve packets) to feed them. They seemed to like the food. This morning, I noticed that the baby hung around under the cars but 'Lady' was nowhere to be seen. This evening when I went to feed them, only the little one came to me. 'Lady' still hasn't come home. It is now 9:08 pm, I still haven't seen her. I am more than a bit worried. This is part of the reason why I don't want to bond with local animals. They have a tendency to just disappear.
Here in my neighbourhood, someone is hurting animals. I believe that this person has been a neighbour since before I left for Australia in early 1991. The fuckwit seemed to go after cats. When my brother came home from the UK in the late 80's, he brought with him a beautiful cat called Maddy. It vanished on Labour Day 1989. OK, Maddy could have been catnapped because it was so beautiful. Then a couple of strays turned up the following year and within months of moving in with us, the smaller one was savagely beaten up by someone. Its hip was broken and the vet put a cast on it. Unfortunately, the poor thing was pregnant at the time. While the kittens survived the beating, no one survived the birth. In the late 90's, my brother took home another stray who ate like a king from day one. It too was apparently run over by someone. I was still in Australia at the time and apparently the scene was gruesome. Nevertheless, my Mum and the helper took it home and buried it in the flowerbed.
I hope that 'Lady' would reappear. I hope to see her safe in the morning. She's such a good mother. The little one must be wondering where its Mummy went... I think that I will recharge the camera before bedtime so if 'Lady' comes home, I could take a photo of the two of them in the morning.
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