Bixby gave birth to her kittens last week. They are so cute, so unlike me. Why must I suffer so? Why must I always be reminded of this fate to which I was cast?
No use crying over things you can't really control. But how can I make things better? I do not know, but I should not wallow in self-pity, I know that.
People are such curious creatures. They cannot seem to mind their own business. People are starting to try and have a look at me. I do not know whether to be scared, ashamed, or in awe. I've never had this large of an amount of attention paid to me. So I do not know what I should do. Should I show myself to the world or continue to hide?