When there's hope, there's always a way...

or so my Mama says...

The story of my mother, Hope Elise Lange

Slightly more than a year ago, my Mama heard a kitty crying loudly. It came from a recently emptied unit underneath ours. Of course she went to investigate.

Mama found a skinny tabby and without hesitation, took her home. The tabby was very hungry and didn't stop eating. She ate and ate and ate and Mama thought, hmmm...she's fat now. So, took her to the V-E-T for the usual health check and whatever they usually do at that place. 

However, when Mama asked the evil one when they could book a date for neutering, the evil one laughed. And said, no way, ma'am. Don't you realise that she's pregnant? So, that's how I know nobody knows who my biological Dad is and my mom Hope won't tell either. 

Did I tell you that when I was born, mom Hope refused to let me suckle her? Of course Mama intervened. She took us into her bedroom, closed the door, and held mom Hope so she couldn't run away as I suckle away.....

To be continued....

The storyteller,

Sofea