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the Story of the Mother Cat

It's been awhile since the last time I write. These past days went crazy. I had final exam, I had lots of work, and at the end.... I'm exhausted. But not in the negative way because I'm feeling blessed for everything that I accomplished.

And today I'd like to write about a bond between a mother and a child.

A few days ago, I went ngebakso with my Momma. Yes, ngebakso gerobakan. And we were surrounded by wild cats consist of a mother cat with its 2 kittens (Cute overloads!). And as we knew, cats love to asked for foods, there weren't any different from these cats.

The mother cat jumped to the empty chair right next to me, poked me with its paw, and meow-ing me with its big eyes, coding that she wanted me to share my food with her. Have you ever watch Puss in Boots in Shrek when he had his cute face mode on? The mother cat DID that to me. Gosh, How can't I resist?!

I cut my meatballs and dropped it to the floor, the mother cat saw me then she jumped to the floor, sniffed the meatballs, and just then before she started to eat, her 2 kittens approached to her. She didn't do anything but she pushed the meatballs to get closer with her children. The 2 kittens sniffed the meatballs too, and the mother cat sat there peacefully while her children ate the meatballs.

I was touched.

The mother cat looked starving but she gave her meatballs to her children, like duh, even animals have feeling! Even the wild cat has that!

I told my Momma what just I saw before, and she laughed. "That's a mother, honey," she said calmly.

But I felt sorry for the mother cat because she didn't eat...

Then, as if she knew what I thought, my Momma dropped her meatballs to the mother cat. The cat looked at my Momma, but she doubtly sat there. As if she didn't know whether she was going to eat it or give it to her children.

"Eat. You're hungry, aren't you?" Said my Momma to her. "I'm giving you this, don't waste it."

The mother cat meow-ing my Momma as if she said, "Thank you", right before she started to eat the meatballs.

That day, a simple lesson of life came out from the animal. Us, as human, should be ashamed.

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