It took me a while to decide on what to write as well as getting a good picture of the kittens. Well, you know, they are really playful so it’s kind of hard to get them in a good angle.
Anyway, this is White Choc, the eldest kitten in the house. By the way, before you wonder, my sister is in charge of all the kittens’ name. White Choc has one of the most tragic lives one could imagine 😦
This started back around the middle of last year. There was a female cat, which loved to pass by our yard and asked for food. We fed her for some time and my sister gave her a name, ‘Coco’. Coco passed by our house almost everyday but suddenly one day, she disappeared. We wondered where she went cuz she was no longer asking for food. My mom guessed that Coco was pregnant, judging from her body size, and probably went somewhere to bear her child.
It was around September 2012 or so that we looked down from our windows and found that Coco was breast-feeding her kittens in the yard of another house. She has five of them in the litter. Obviously, we want to pet them because they are incredibly adorable, but mother cats are generally protective of their children so we couldn’t. Not to mention the fact that we can’t just climb over the wall to other people’s house to get the kitties…
(The resident of that house sort of use the place as a vacation house, so it’s empty most of the time. That’s probably why Coco went there because she knows that it’ll be quiet).
Anyway, one day, it started raining and Coco was probably migrating her kids to somewhere else dry. However, one kitten fell down to our yard and broke his right hind leg. Coco didn’t seem to care and just left him there to die. After all, according to the law of natural selection, the mother usually let the ‘weaker’ ones die because she already has her hands full trying to survive.
My mom found that kitten lying in our yard in the morning, just lying still down there as if accepting his fate. She picked him up and handed him back to Coco when she came to ask for food. But Coco just ignored that kitten, as if she doesn’t even know him. My sister and father were really pissed to see that, so we adopted that kitten and stopped feeding Coco. (Don’t worry about her. She’s a grown cat and she often asks for food from other house on days we have no leftovers. Or some times, she can even hunt for her own food, as evident by the corpses of the birds we see lying in our yard.)
Yes, that kitten is none other than White Choc. He was very scared and frightened when we picked him up at first. In fact, we could almost tell that he was crying for his mom. How did we know? Well, Coco still showed up a couple of times after we picked him up, and every time she purrs, White Choc would run to the window and kept calling to his mother (well, ‘run’ isn’t exactly the right word, cuz his right hind leg was broken. Let’s just say he staggered all the way to our house’s back door to call for his mom). Coco would either ignore him or just run away should she see him waltzing around.
It took a while for him to adjust and recover (about 2 or 3 weeks). Now White Choc is about 6 months old. His legs have fully recovered and he is the strongest and fastest kitten in the house. He is also unbelievably cute. This started when he began to adapt to our family. He’ll sleep on an old pillow I prepared for him downstairs. And around 7 in the morning, if we are not yet awake, he would sit at the foot of the stairs, looking up, and purred as if saying “Wake up time folks!!”
Right now he could climb up the stairs (and fast!) and he’ll often scratch my mom’s bedroom door cuz she’s the one who prepared food for him (and the other kittens after they joined us).
He is also incredibly smart and witty. He knows that we don’t allow him to get onto our bed because he is dirty. So whenever he wants to sit on the bed with us, he’ll sit down there on the ground, licking himself over and over for a while before jumping up on to the bed and looking at us, as if saying “…What? I’m already clean!”
White Choc surprisingly loves tight and small space. Back when we picked him up, we thought he was afraid of us, that’s why he always presses himself against the corners. But now, even though he is used to seeing us, he still loves to lie down in tight spot. For instance, he loves to hide in the shelf on my desk behind where I usually set my laptop. To make stuffs even worse, he loves hiding in the shelf where I keep my 8-years old PS2, which is now overly sensitive and will have trouble reading the memory card should anything touches it.
Oh yes, he also loves to play with plastic ropes. Should he see one, he’ll instantly pounce at the rope…well…unless he’s hungry then he’ll prefer to go for food first.
Here are some other early pics of White Choc.