My husband called her ‘Beti’, taken from ‘Belang Tiga’. She’s a three-colored cat used to hanging around our house. My male cat
Few months ago, she gave birth to three cute little kittens. Two of them are black-white striped, and the other one is yellow (that lately I haven’t seen, sadly it maybe died). Now the two kittens are strong enough to run and play. If I peek through the kitchen window, I often see them playing and teasing each other, around the open roof outside.
I feed Beti rarely, coz I don’t always have foods to share and I'm worried if she depends on me much, she won’t be able to struggle for her own food. One day, I heard Beti grumbling noisily in front of the kitchen’s door and the moment I opened it, I took pity on her. She looked very thin! Then I found her cold fried fish in my fridge. As I threw it, she grabbed it quickly and put it into her mouth.
I wouldn’t pay more attention if only her shouting didn’t get louder and annoyed me. I almost drove her away but then I saw her below the stairs, look up towards an empty space around the open roof. Wonder what she was doing, I watched and waited what was going to happen. Not so long, the two kittens appeared at the upper of the stairs and welcoming their mother with the same noise.