The Controlling Games

I could never think of such things. I found a dead kitten last week, attacked by senior cats perhaps? Is it some kind of population control in cats society? Or the night was just too cold for the poor baby to bear. I haven't known it for more.

It reminds me of Koneng, which the name derives from her yellow-brown stripped fur. She just gave birth for the second time, to three tiny cute kittens. She lost all of the previous babies that seemly similar case to the dead kitten I found lately, male senior attack. Now she is a mother again. But my mind can't stop thinking. I was too late to have her spayed. To be honest, she is too young to nurse. Her body is so tiny that I doubted myself when her pregnancy comes. Regarding this, my sisters and I plan to spay her as soon as her nursing is over. There's enough homeless cat roaming around in this world.

The proud mother and her cutie babies

Koneng roams around my parent's neighbour and usually spend the night at my parents' garden. My younger sisters usually take care of her. For mostly custom here in Indonesia, people sometimes ignored that cats are carnivores. And it happens to Koneng as well that mostly she's fed by left-over food, meaning: cooked rice and food. Well yes, she hunts. But cats were born as carnivores thus they prefer eat flesh meat. In the world crowded with people and civilization, what do you expect them to catch for dinner? So sometimes I collect money by myself to buy fresh fish for Koneng and Putih, her sibling. I need to manage my spending wisely, because I have Billy on the other hand and Topeng needs some extra for the vet, medicine, and his food. In this regard, I thank to Fanny, a very nice friend of mine who helps me to support Topeng's food.

A week before the labour day, look at her belly!

Some of you must be wondering. why should I care so much about Koneng? She's a feral cat and she can manage to survive. Well, the thing isn't that simple, folks! This is Indonesia, the land of miracle can happen with a blink of an eye, if you've got money in the pocket for sure. Imagine yourself as a cat. Here, you're dead unless you're born as a pure-bred. That's if you're lucky enough because pure-bred doesn't guarantee you'll be happy ever after. People are encouraged to spend money for high price pure-bred thus made breeding as a promising industry. A friend of mine even said that my city is the most successful home industry for cat breeding among others Indonesian metropolis. She often found abandoned pure-bred kittens around her rented pavilion. And among other things, we have poor law on animal protection.And as for the information, my city doesn't have any organization working on cats and dogs welfare. This situation ends up with uncountable homeless cats, abandoned new born kittens, and claiming human as the most dominant species controlling over the planet.

I might not a WWF or Greenpeace activist. I might not a politician who has the capabilities and power to bring this up into some sort of lip service policy. I just believe that cats and other species beside human, has come to the planet long before we arrived. Thus we should treat them in respect.***