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may: orphan kittens & childhood village.

at the end of may i had a week off of work and went home. it wasn't a good week. i had a small accident with huge consequences while visiting my brother, then, when returning home from a big odyssey to a police department, we had to discover that shadow, my cat, was missing and left two little kittens. a lot of of gadgetry and house equipment broke along the way, and it seriously felt like one big week of poop. only the baby kittens made up for all of these drawbacks, and my father's birthday celebration by the end of the week. also, my parent's garden is beautiful at any time of the year and it also provided a calming surrounding, working in the garden helped me processing all which happened and mourning my sweet shadow cat. we have never found her.

meet momo and little devil. momo is the tiger black&grey&white cat and little devil the almost black one. both found new homes when they were 8 weeks old. we had to take care of them both and we were very glad that they were already old enough to drink and eat little pieces of cat food ( that were soaked in kitten baby milk ). they soon thought i was their mother, only crawling out of their hidden place when they knew i was around. they were the sweetest, both of them, and i miss them. momo went to live with my brother and his girlfriend, who also have one more cat, pepe. i hear he integrated very well. little devil went to a young couple who already had 2 cats. i'm sure he's doing well.

castle island in my home village. i'm still waiting for the day it has been repurposed as some kind of recreation area.

this grave stands in front of the castle chapel in the upper part of my village. i'm a bit sad, because it is too beautiful to let it stand in the weather, but then again, hiding it inside the chapel where no one can see it, is a shame, too.


village surroundings.


momo's milkface :3

little devil had very sharp claws. he also had an umbilical hernia, but it wasn't severe. the animal doctor said that it was only minimal and that an operation will be the solution when little devil gets a little older. it didn't prevent him to run & climb around like the devil he is, as my parents told me before his new owners came to get him. he was a wild boy.

momo was also pretty wild, but he stole every heart with his charms and that made up for his wild actions.


discovering the world.



i loved his talking face :3


how tiny he was ;O;


hanging out on the mattress after having a long nap. me, aka human mama, napped with them yD

sleepy eyes.

cuddling is the very best thing. they delighted my heart a lot <3 p="">
playing around in a box.


of course i needed to photograph flowers in the garden. my parents have so many different flowers & plants in their garden, i love the diversity. unfortunately i often forget to ask what kind of plants they have.



my father and me planted a japanese cherry tree!

beautifully coloured pansies.

they look so velvety!

big ass clematis.

a solar lamp lampion hanging around in the garden.

and a frog sculpture i gifted my mother.

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