Motherhood may not be natural.

I promise this is lighthearted.. This morning, I got the feeling that it was a good day to adopt a cat. (I had to take myself to the dentist for the first time in my life.*sniffs*)

All the annoying little things that happened (eg. the nonstop rain. Wth, Kampala) before my arrival at the shelter, I believed would be just a part of the romantic story of me meeting the love of my life.

Long story short, I paid the money, signed the papers and brought the baby girl home.

(I have to take her back in 6 months to get her neutered. Already feeling the pink tax at her tender age)

When I opened her basket, she climbed out and into the back of my closet— out of sight.

(Yes, like in the movies)

I left her to it, and went to get her something to eat.

When I got back, she was still in hiding.

It was not the fairytale I had imagined.

‘Boss, you don’t want to eat? Do you know your food was expensive?’

‘Do you know there are cats we left that would be very grateful for the opportunity you have now?’

Anyway, I’m baby-proofing the space now.