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Where does all of this lead? Do I carry these voids until I am reunited with Naboo?

I know everyone thinks cats have all the answers, and the solutions.

I've never been able to fully process the loss of our birth mom. Naboo would say our human mom was our birth mom reincarnated.

Mom had been a cat and then she transformed into a woman. Or she was always a woman who temporarily transformed into a cat to give birth to us and nurse us for a few weeks. She disappeared for a few days because she was transforming, but then she found us again.

Naboo was convinced she would one day become a woman herself, when the time was right. But I would remain a cat, because I was Mom's pet.

Why would anyone want to leave being a cat to become a human? Humans don't have claws. And they travel too much.

I myself think our human-mom and birth-mom are two separate beings. I have never gotten over that separation 100%. What happened to our birth-mom? Why did she take so long to come back to feed us? I think about these things while I knead and nibble on fuzzy blankets for minutes on end, but no milk ever comes out.

In any case, if Mom knew where Naboo was, she would have brought her home by now.

I suppose we carry on as best we can.

Joornal!

My joorneys have been many. Many times I ran into neyboring yards and Mom, Dad, Grandma or Grandpa ran yelling after Me. But these days Mom trusts Me to explore outdoors witout da fence.

But these days I am so very tired. Mom wants Me to eat more but that which once brought Me so much happyness is now a chore a chore that I am not always up to.

Mom n Dad n everyone wanted Me to get stronger. I do all I can. Her sadnessness is devastating to Me. I understand that I mean everything to her. Still... I do all I can.

I don't know where energies go, the energies that we once had. The world is never less fassinating. The days just get shorter and shorter until all mealtimes look da same.

I made a birb friend, his name is Bloo. Bloo's come visiting Me all this spring and sometimes he comes looking for Me thru the window.

Bloo is a good friend. I am not going to eat Bloo.

Bloo, I am not going to eat you. I'm sorry if I ate your distant cousin(s). I didn't know they was in da can until Fifa told Me yesterday.

Pictures of me from since March till last week.