It was hard when we first moved into this house. I was emotionally distressed. But there was this little thing that we feel grateful for. It was these 3 feral kitties hanging around our house. They made a habit of showing up in the morning and afternoon expecting leftover food. They were young maybe not even a year old and we guessed they were siblings. We called them Bubu (Abu-abu / white grey spots, male), Cali (calico, female), and Timtam (Hitam / white black spots, male).
Their predictable presence everyday helped us create a familiar routines in the chaos of the big move. They soften and warmed the strange new place we just moved into. When I looked out my windows and see unfamiliar view, I always feel much better when I spotted these 3 kitties playing around in the front yard or napping among the bushes.
|Bubu found top of the car is a great spot for napping and watching his teritorry|
They distrusted people and ran away if we got too close. We never been able to touch them. Bubu was the bravest and the one closest to us. He would jump and hanging out on the kitchen window ledge and watching people in the house. Sometimes he came inside the house checking things out and bolted out again. More than one occassion he stole our chicken or fish from kitchen table! We found that amusing and laughed.