April 19th, 2017
     

     I was still  tired when waking up this morning, but I had to wake up early to find some sort of food for the kittens.

     Already having escaped from the boys, I am still nervous about eventually being discovered . If we were, I would likely be beaten if not killed. If that were the case, what would happen to my family? I am filled with fear once again.

     Plus, their is still the clinging issue in the back of my mind about how to be with the boy I am always thinking of. I have a feeling that it's all futile and his sister seems to understand what's going on.
     These thoughts blend and swirl over the more prominent matters, such as finding shelter. When you're on the run from something, your mindset completely changes. All that you focus on becomes only whatever is completely essential for your survival in the current moment.

     Last night, all of the young ones and I ended up huddled under a cafe umbrella for quite some time, and in the midst of the pouring rain. We were miserable, so I know that I must think twice next time. At least the sky looks clear for tonight so far.

     As the kittens awake sleepily, I lead them out from behind the big tree, and we begin our journey to our next place of shelter.