So a few months ago, a pregnant female cat came to our house. I feed her, bathe her, and sometimes pet her when she allows me to. One day, two kittens were born.
None of my family like cats that much. While my sisters always closed their doors to prevent the cat from getting in, I always opened mine to let her play inside of my room.
She hides her kittens in various places inside of the house. But I always found where they were. It's like the cat allowed only me to see her kittens. Well, everything goes alright until that day.
The cat peed on the couch where my mother always sleeps. Several times. She got angry, and I don't even want to write what later happened to that poor cat. Then she peed in my bed, too. But seeing my mother's disgusting behavior, I simply just took the wet sheets, blankets, and pillows and washed them. There she goes, that woman doesn't have any small piece of patience inside of her. The cat then moved her kittens to my room. But they peed on the bed again. After that, I too always closed my bedroom door to prevent the cat from coming, like my sisters do.
I don't know if what I did is right or wrong.
My mother decided to take all of them away from the house. The cat always came back. For what, you ask? Looking for her kittens. Apparently, that woman throws them out in different places. She searches for them restlessly. First moving her kittens to hide them better. Then after they were truly gone, she always came back for them.
This cat is a better mother than my own.
You see, I've been disowned several times. First when I was 6. You read that right. I did my best to repress my painful childhood memories, but they always came back. Other painful words come out of her mouth again and again. But I always came back because I wasn't financially independent. And everything went kind of smooth, I mean, she still allowed me to show up in her house occasionally. As long as I don't touch her stuff (including food), I will be alright. Yes, she doesn't allow me to eat anything inside of her house. So I am used to being starved sometimes.
She disowned me again today. For real this time.
Well, at least high school will end in one and a half years. That's still a long time, but I don't feel too powerless like I did back then. Fortunately, I always saved my money because I know that this day will come. I can find a place near school and then move out of this shitty town forever.
Wish me the best of luck.
EDIT SEPTEMBER 25TH 2025: So a few days after I posted this, my family decided to take me back. I had no choice since I was (still) broke as hell. Two years later, on a cold September morning, my mother kicked me out again. More about that in my next post.
