Whatever can ba said about me, one thing that can't be said is that I don't love my cats. The last few years have been all about cats, and how much I bend over to fulfill every feline need around me, from picking them up from the floor when the tiles are cold, to feeding them endless chicken livers, my cats have been the center of my life, and the fact that I am suddenly very, very far away from them does not please neither them nor me, altough if I am absolutely trutful to myself, I did need a break from their extremely demanding nature.
Having said all this, the fact that little Amlo is crying for me breaks me. In a sense, I am their "God" - bring their "pollito", clean their boxes, and more importantly, become their pillow when they want to sleep. And suddenly, this God is gone - abandoned them to their own luck - the shock must be terrible. The separation. The abandonment.
Each one of my cats is unique in their personality and attitude.
- Amlita is the kind of cat that hates all the other cats. She eats before everybody, and she eats more than everybody, and that is the way she knows I love her most of all. I could write a whole book just abouut her and her odd little quirks.. hells, maybe I will... but the undeiable fact is that right now, that deliciously catty cat is missing me terribly - she is, according to Marucio's report, the one who misses me most. And this feline separation deep into my own abandonment issues as a child. I had to abandon my fur-baby in order to make sure that their future is secured.
Do I really want to build a cat sancturary in Cintamani? I never did before, until the cats began to arrive, and then it seemed like the only logical solution to what to do with all these souls, all these four legged children of mine. I can't bare to think of these cats suffering because of something I did or didn't do. They have become my destiny
