I wish I could change public transportation! It is minimal. number 1 transport is a car.

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Today our 4 kittens are two weeks. Only two of them have their eyes completely open, others' are starting to open. For now, they live in a box, helplessly crawling, sleeping on one another and screaming when they wake up, in search of their mom's milk. There are two girls: a big coffee with milk, and small gray tabby; and two boys: little black one with orange stripes and big orange tabby. The most interesting part of the story is how they were born.

So, our cat is very young, a grey tabby. We got her as a kitten. Tigra reluctantly went outside but eventually we got her to be independent by placing a cat house outside. My mom noticed her growing belly and immediately suspected pregnancy. My step dad, on the other hand, concluded that she isn't pregnant. Then for two months, we even forgot about Tigra's pregnancy. I still thought she was pregnant though. We moved into a new house. When furniture was in its place, Tigra went around the whole house, apparently looking for a good place. Many many times, she would go under the bed in my grandma's room. Every time, we would make her get out, and every time, she would come back when we weren't looking. She has chosen her place. 

One day, when I and my step dad were home, I noticed that one of our dogs kept on going to my grandma's room. Then I heard strange noises. I thought it was coming from some kind of a bird. I went into my grandma's room and looked outside the window, in search of the bird. I didn't see anything and then thought maybe it was coming from the roof. Eventually, the noise led me to the bed. Then it hit me, those squeaks were those of kittens, not birds. Our cat has given birth under my grandma's bed!

Now the questions is, how to name them?

There is a limit to waiting. There is a limit to silence. There is no limit for hope, of course, but there is a limit to inaction. I am lonely, completely lonely but now I have decided to take everything into my hands. Isn't it funny what a dependence can do to you? And what about dependence on friends, on people that you love? Why pretend anymore? I've tried to rebuild the connection but heard no response back so why torture myself anymore? I give up on waiting, and I take on action. Gonna go to a club, gonna go to a dance class and won't care if you want to or not, if you can or not. Isn't it nice to be independent? Just do what you want without worrying about being lonely in doing it? And...I am not needy. The least I wanted was to talk like good old friends. But after 2 weeks of discomfort? Whatever. I am tired of wearing the face of loneliness and will put on a face of independence. It looks better.