Ah… I've been hiatus for quite some time. And during that time a lot has happened.

For starters, I had a clash with my ex-neighbor, who deliberately threw away my kittens because they couldn't tell their children not to play with cats, specially, mine. So, they put the blame on me. So. it's my fault that I have cats. My fault that their children play with my cats. It also my fault that they couldn't tell off their children not to play with my cats. [Remember that I wrote journals about the disappearance of my kittens? It's their fault—oops, my fault that is.]

And also, children can be such a cruel sonofabitch if the parents never told them what's right and what's wrong. Since two of my kittens died because of that dumbfuck neighbor's children. They played with the kittens to death, literally. I didn't see it on the first hand, but the other neighbor told me. They said that the kids played with one of my kittens and pinned him to the gate at their house until he died. The other kitten was said got hit by a car and died outside my residential area. I didn't buy that. I mean, my kittens only 3 months old, and wouldn't—couldn't—go far from home, unless someone took them. I'm just assuming bad things since I know how cruel those kids are.

Heck I want to bash their heads or pinned the kids to the gate like they did to my cat, but I couldn't confront them—I really, REALLY wanted to, but couldn't—since I lived in my aunt's house, and they didn't want to have a clash with the neighbor. I couldn't argue because I'm kind of in debt with the  family for letting me stay there for some years.

And so, it was my fault again, that I'm keeping cats.

It's kind of sad, since many people think that animals just animals, and they worth nothing at all. They didn't even care if someone hurt, torture, or even kill them.

Sad. Really.

So there's only conclusion to keep save my last 2 kittens: Move the hell out from the damn neighborhood.

It's quite difficult to find a place who allows pets. But luckily, I got myself a cheap, small room, with inside bathroom, a large yard, and allow pets for the outmost.

The other tenants don't have problems with pets, since there's a lot of stray cats there. Kind of introduced myself and my cats when we moved in. And the neigbor even feed the stray cats and pidgeons. So, it was a perfect place for me and my cats.

Oh, Sam and Dean are 7 months old now, and very healthy. Yes, I named them like the Sam and Dean in Supernatural. XDD




<sub>On my workdesk; Dean [left] and Sam [right]



"Touch me, plz..."



The 69 position... XD



"Who are you, and why are you so handsome?!"



"I wanna be a ballet dancer when I grew up"



"My sleeping pose is perfectly normal"



"Give me some attentions, plz..."



"Why you no give me any attention?"



Karate kid in action. "Haiyah!"



"Ain't I adorable?"



"I think that's the mats I've peed on..."



"Protecting my brother, even in my sleep"



Dean hates his feet getting wet when pooping, so he pooped in the toilet</sub>
Note: This is a special photo, so let me explain to you a little. I taught my cats to litter in the bathroom. So, after months of teaching, practicing, and giving punishments and treats, it works. Even if they played outside, they always return to my room to take a dump. Later on, they developed their own intelligentsia. Since they hate their feet getting wet each time they pooped or peed in the bathroom, they started to use the toilet, since they notice that they won't get their feet wet by placing their butts right onto the toilet hole. XD



<sub>"I want you to draw me like your French girls boys..."



"You still don't give me any attention... Zzzz....."</sub>


So, that's about the sum of my new life with Sam and Dean. XDD The photo was taken just before I moved around 2 months ago, until now.