When I lost my second cat, Gingerbread, I thought my heart would never recover. The goodbye hurt so much that I promised myself I would never get another cat again. I told myself that Tofi, my fluffy Persian boy, was enough. No more attachments and no more heartbreaks.
But life has a funny way of breaking promises, even one made to yourself.
One day, while scrolling through Facebook, I saw a post from an old coworker. She was looking for someone to adopt her orange kitten. The moment I saw the picture, I immediately fell in love. The cat looked so much like Gingerbread because of her beautiful orange fur.
I tried to just ask it at first without a real plan of adopting, but after a few exchanged messages, my coworker decided to let me adopt the cat for free. She told me she feels like I'd be the best PAWrent.
There was only one problem. The cat was a girl.
I never wanted a female cat because Tofi was already there, and I knew what could happen if I failed to get them fixed. I told myself I would have her spayed immediately. Easy problem, right?
Except it never happened.
My orange princess was too cute, too sweet, and too beautiful. I named her Tangerine, although I playfully called her Pongkan most of the time which suits her more because of her playful antics. She quickly became part of our little home.
Tofi and Pongkan being together most of the time. I thought they looked so good as siblings. These are how our quiet days together went most of the time as a family of three.
Then came the day everything changed.
At around eleven months old, Pongkan started going into heat. Suddenly, my peaceful home became a concert hall of dramatic meowing. She flirted with Tofi every single day in front of me, while he tried his best to act innocent and uninterested.
But apparently, even fluffy Persian gentlemen have limits. After days of Pongkan’s nonstop flirting, Tofi finally gave in. And just like that, Pongkan became pregnant.
That was the moment I realized I was about to become a single grandmother.
Exactly ninety-one days later, Pongkan gave birth to three beautiful little kittens.
At first, I was shocked and stressed because this was never part of my plan. I even thought about giving the kittens up for adoption once they got older.
But everything changed when I saw Pongkan taking care of her babies.
Even though she was still a baby herself, she became such a loving mother, she loved her kittens with all her tiny orange heart. She protected them and stayed close to them every day. It touched my heart to see how much she loved them.
As the kittens grew bigger, they became cuter and impossible not to love. Tiny paws, tiny meows, tiny fluffy faces running around the house like little troublemakers.
Little by little, I changed my mind about giving them away. In the end, I decided to keep them.
Who can ever resist this cuteness? Look at him being sleepy, drunk of his mother's milk lol.
Now, my once quiet home is full of cats, fur, meows, and lots of love. My cats created their own little family without my permission, but somehow, I ended up loving every moment of it.
I started as a single lady with one cat. Now I am a proud and happy grandmeowmy with a big cat family.
