#mommom

the wind sheaths her skirt, brushed cotton past her knees, revealing the melted-cream shape of her thighs. she has stopped wearing slips every day. I tug her coat closer around, wish I could stop her in the doorway and zip her up like a child.

how much does this cost? her fingers fumble at the billfold’s clasp, she counts silent and off- key, frowns and starts again, slower. I could say ‘you already paid for it’ or ‘let’s settle the check later’ but it won’t stay. sure enough, carrying the baggage up to the room, I hear her going through her purse again, looking for money.

you know Carolyn used to save every penny— we gave them an allowance as children, small but it was important they worked for something. Carolyn kept every cent, but your mother spent every last thing that came to her. she couldn’t close a fist around a nickel.

I fist the socks she had folded back into the suitcase, slip them into the dirty clothes hamper when she turns around for the bed. it’s a process, climbing up onto the mattress. one of the great-grands

wants to call her, hear her bedtime story. I have to hold my phone up to her ear because it is too smooth, too alien for her to grasp. she sounds tired, what have you done to her my cousin texts me after.

she lays her head down, her back to me. I smooth the sheet and step away. a reasonably-priced room and a stranger’s sheets seem to be how she wakes every day

I don’t know where I am. ‘you’re with me’ I tell her. you’re going home. one of these days.

Mood point up — mood point down

Mood — mommy

Mommom — mom

I don't know anything about them and I want to know if they have any significance/meaning behind them. Anyone have a clue?

this is stinky, u all know her from her blog @stinkysuggest. naughty and loves to throw tantrums and beat up her family bc she get into moods. she follows me everywhere and is the BABY despite not being the youngest anymore. she cries if shes not allowed in a room im in & she is still jealous of fox and hates when other ppl touch me bc i am HER MOM and she will DEFEND. she lays on fox now, though if im laying w her and on my side. must be close to mom at all times

khoshekh is stinky’s brother from the litter before her. he is whiney and a cissy baby but is full of lov. he loves drinking water from the faucets and cries until u turn them on. he also loves playing string and will bring it to you and yell until u play with him. then when he’s done he’ll pull it out of ur hands and take his string elsewhere.also loves brunettes and likes going thru leg tunnels or behind ur back when ur leaning on something

this is bebe, she’s the oldest and everyones mom, even mine. shes also my familiar and is one of the last living cats from my first ever cat..shes unspayed so we can hopefully continue the lineage one day hbhbhbh. often found cuddling with khoshekh who thinks she is his gf

tempura is be’s great niece and nutmegs daughter. she is shy and nervous but loves to cuddle and be pet. im hoping the move to the new house will help her come out of her shell when everyone is on equal unfamiliar ground

Juno is tempy’s niece (pinecone’s daughter) and nutmegs granddaughter. she is a gremlin menace who only lives in my room bc shes a secret. she loves being held and cuddled but also knocking over everything you love. and eating shirts?? she also loves playing fetch w her crinkle ball and will sometimes just bring it to u and drop it on u if she wants to play and is bored

nutmeg is be’s niece and is the new mama cat. she is full of love and so friendly. she loves to lick and chew on hands and will claw u if u try to take ur hand away. she loves her babies and has been a surrogate mother twice.shes my baby and has the prettiest green eyes in the entire world

Cinnamon is one of nutmeg’s surrogate daughters and juno’s littermate. shes nutmegs actual grandaughter and tempy’s niece. only me and my grandma can touch her & she hisses as a greeting instead of meows akjhfkjasf. she loves her adoptive brother so much too.

one of my aunts found cloves tied up in a plastic bag in a dumpster. nutmeg is his adoptive mother and he loves his found family so much. hes very vocal about his love and also loves every human in the world despite one being so cruel to him. hes really the sweetest boy and a puffball with a still triangle kitten tail akshfaksjf. he also just looks like a little man which is great

mommom is also one of our mama cats. she showed up on our back porch one day and ended up having four kittens (roxy and khoshekh’s litter) then my mom put her back outside bc she “wasnt our problem” and she got pregnant again and had stinky’s litter, in our house akjsfhkjasf shes a mostly inside cat now AND spayed and spoiled. the orange kitties were all MINE but i couldnt take her when i moved, so she stayed at home & attached to my dad since i wasnt there anymore. she gets very confused when she hears me on calls and cant find me

roxy is khoshekh’s littermate and is chubby and stubby. shes sweet and round and loving, but had to be sent home due to her beating up tempy way too often and kinda traumatizing her hbhbhb i miss her every day though and i know khoshekh does too, she did the same thing mommom did after being seperated from me and latched onto my mother instead. they each follow theyre respective parents around and are very clingy kajhsfkas