If you thought I’d vanished off the face of the earth… nope, I’m still here.
After spending some time in London, then in Paris, I’m home now… and with my babies. What’s a mother of cats without her kitties. Really, what’s a mother without her babies? I don’t like being away from them.
When they watch me pack, when they see me leave… do they feel like they are abandoned again? I kiss them goodbye and tell them I’ll be back – but they can’t understand that, can they?
I missed them and I can tell they missed me.
But I am a mother of cats. Sadly, I can’t take my babies with me wherever I go.