Mummycat Monday

Except that I'm not, am I? I still don't understand where my babies have gone to. I've searched everywhere. I've looked under the bed, behind the sofa, even in the bag of dog food. It's pretty stinky in there and I think even a kitten would have the sense not to hide in a smelly place like that, but you never know, right? I got so upset last night that the human thought I might be sick and almost rushed me down to the vet. Yet again! (human note: I really had to convince myself that this lethargy is normal for a grieving mother, that it would go away and that the pitiful crying would stop soon.) I managed to reason with her though. In the end I had to remind her that they'd stolen my kittens and ask her how she'd feel if they stole me too. She gave in then. She doesn't want to lose me too. She says she has to take stupid dogface to the vet tonight for another injection. I wonder if they'll steal her too? One can hope, I suppose.

If there can be a good side to this terrible situation, it's that I have much more food now. The human was worried because I wasn't eating. Well, I ask you, would you eat if you were worried to death about your missing babies? She put food down in the living room and the bedroom, and the biggest bowl I've ever seen in the kitchen right beside where she always feeds me my chicken. I'm not usually allowed in there when the human isn't at home because I sometimes jump on the high places where she makes food so that I can see out of the window, but today she left the door open. She told me she hopes I'll wander in there and eat due to the association of yummy chicken coming from there. I'm not that stupid. If I eat, it'll be through my own choice, not through any human trickery.

I'm still hoping for help from some of you. Somebody must have seen something. Surely a criminal kittennapper can't have come and gone with nobody noticing anything? If I only knew my babies were cared for, it would take the edge off this worry. I'd still not be happy, but at least I'd know they weren't starving somewhere.

I'm so upset that I don't even know if I'm up for Tortureshell Tuesday tomorrow. I'll try, but my heart just isn't in it. The human left one of her sweaters down for me today while she went on the work hunt. I'm cuddling it, but it just isn't the same. I wonder if cats can get runny eyes like peoples do when they are upset?