I’ve been awake since 5.30am.
No, not insomnia. I’ve been sleeping pretty okay the past few nights.
But I have Oreo and Milkie to care for now.
So what happened during the hour between 5.30 to 6.30?
Well, Oreo (one on the left) was always the more independent of the two. Whilst Milkie is the one that needs A LOT of care.
Since 5.30am, I was woken up by persistent meowing.. It was Milkie. He was running all around the room for I don’t know what reason.. My brain wasn’t active enough to deduce anything.
Like as if my maternal instincts kicked in; when I saw one, I automatically darted my eyes around for the other one.
AND OREO WAS NOWHERE TO BE FOUND!
I panicked. Oreo is a master at hiding… The last time he went under my bed, Mark had to lift the bed frame up to get him out.
So Milkie still went around meowing…
Then I saw a couple of eyes looking at me from the pile of my bags.
And immediately Milkie ran to his brother.
And then immediately again, Oreo walked away.
Then Oreo refused to share the box with Milkie. Milkie meowed again…
So I went to empty a box of mineral water, so that they each could have their own box.
I set them each in their own box… And they both ran out again.
And now they’re both inside my facial mask box…
And now they’re fighting over who gets to stay in the box…
And now Milkie kicked Oreo out. …but I thought it was always Milkie who wanted Oreo?
And now Oreo is meowing for his brother.
And I’m suddenly craving for prata.