On 2 April I celebrate both my kiddens' birth days. Jemima, born three years ago, was raised in the ranks of a feral colony (aka DustbinCats) until trapped at the age of ± 5 months and tamed after another 5 months or so. Gremmy and siblings, born two years ago, were thrown into a dumpster with the rest of a female person's unwanted belongings when she moved to another place of residence. Gremmy, the only survivor, was less than 10 days old...
Jemima, my tamed feral, is my 'love' cat. Cuddles, purrs, sits on my lap every chance she gets and sleeps in my arms. Gremmy is my baby monster girl... Indescribable speed and energy, catches and chews everything that flies or crawls and only drinks water from running taps, also sleeps in my arms.
Jemima-Moo, mama loves you for much more than you believing that Gremmy (aka The-Little-One) is your own flesh and blood baby girl. Mama's heart fills with love and pride when you call Gremms with your prrrp, prrrp sounds. And when prrrp, prrrp doesn't work, you voice your opinion about us (me and Gremmy) not answering.
Gremms, Niss (Naughtiness) mama finally understands everything (and more) about aunty Karma... The sun would shine a thousand times less bright and my life would be a gazillion times less exciting without your daily head-butting and nightly exfoliating sessions.
Moo, Niss, mama loves you unconditionally forever till death do us part. Thank you for enriching my life and happy 3rd & 2nd birth days. Cheers to many (MANY) more happy healthy years.
Love
Mama
xxxxx
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