Sometimes I wonder if life will ever go back to normal. Will I always wake up to this profound sense of missing? Missing pieces of this incomplete set of a family that are impossible to replace? Pieces that made me a sister, a rival, a snuggle buddy...
Where does all of this lead? Do I carry these voids until I am reunited with Naboo?
I know everyone thinks cats have all the answers, and the solutions.
I've never been able to fully process the loss of our birth mom. Naboo would say our human mom was our birth mom reincarnated.
Mom had been a cat and then she transformed into a woman. Or she was always a woman who temporarily transformed into a cat to give birth to us and nurse us for a few weeks. She disappeared for a few days because she was transforming, but then she found us again.
Naboo was convinced she would one day become a woman herself, when the time was right. But I would remain a cat, because I was Mom's pet.
Why would anyone want to leave being a cat to become a human? Humans don't have claws. And they travel too much.
I myself think our human-mom and birth-mom are two separate beings. I have never gotten over that separation 100%. What happened to our birth-mom? Why did she take so long to come back to feed us? I think about these things while I knead and nibble on fuzzy blankets for minutes on end, but no milk ever comes out.
In any case, if Mom knew where Naboo was, she would have brought her home by now.
I suppose we carry on as best we can.
🐾Fifa-Cat












