Orange is my mom’s favorite color. I’d been seeing orange a lot. Kitty Mama’s aura is also orange, I’d seen it many times in my dream. When she was pregnant with five kittens, each of them inherited patch of orange aura from her. Mama loves her kittens very much.

Love could be in any form. When little kitten comes across anything unknown, they will start meow and meow, Mama would meow with them, I guess she is just saying: “honey is alright, everything will be alright.”

Connection is the way how we build our initial contact with the earth and with the world surrounding us. Kittens like to do whatever mama is doing. When they saw mama doing something with the water bowl, they are curious, but they don ’t know what’s inside, what is water? They don’t know, they just know there must be something good about the water bowl... they start crewing on the edge of the bowl, crunchy, crunchy… pretending that they are doing something profound and meaningful as what mama is doing with the bowl... water, such a source of energy, purging and empowering their mother, so that she can have unlimited source of milk, delicious milk and energy for them.

Favorite is a word that doesn’t exit in my dictionary. People with siblings in China would ask who’s the favorite for their parents, but I’m the only Child. Or friends would ask what’s your favorite season or color? But every season has its own unique and beautiful flavors and colors, and so is people, everyone is beautiful in their own unique ways. I don’t like to be stuck with just one choice or preferences in life.

Unknown things can be nerve-wrecking. Each time when I go to a new place, I will get very nervous, nervous about getting lost, being late, so many unknown factors in life. But if I let the fear go, and one day I realize that getting lost itself is a beautiful journey. It’s a eye-opening adventure. The same way for a tiny baby kitten, crawling on the floor, every step could be dangerous, but could be a amazing adventurous learning experience as well. Why would I correct the direction where it should be heading towards? Why should I need to constantly coaching it that a water bowl is for drinking, not chewing; and Food bowl is for eating, but not for napping in or peeing in? Or that my socks and pants are not ladders for them to climbing up, clinging and hanging on me all the time wherever I go, but for keeping myself warm. Or that my slippers are just to keep me warm, not something that clumsy, and constantly accidentally knock them over or pinch, squash and hurt their pink tiny paws. Why humans need shoes? They must be thinking like that, humans must be so weird.. why they bother to pick all the flees off my belly... just let the flees be...

Water drops into the bowl making trickling sound... My tiny bedrooms full of joy of different type of sound.. The sound of fresh cat food dropping into the bowl, sound of water flowing into the water bowl, and sound of the constant meowing from all five kittens, and mama corresponding them with comforting low meowing sound back. I’m the one always fuss about things that could be going wrong, and try to fix every tiny problems for the kittens. But the real problem is in my own heart. Why would things could be wrong? Mama yawned and looking at me, “just let them be” she said.... Let the flee bites you. Why would they could be a problem? You are just loosing a little bit of blood. Then what is the real problem? The itchiness? Well, then conquer the itchiness inside your own mind. It’s just a small testing for my life. There’re tons of others things waiting for us to be resolved. And a bigger world out of there waiting for us to explore, to conquer, to experience and to learn... just the same way how tiny little wobbling furry ball of kitten learns how to explore, get lost, and eventually found its own way back to home, home is mama’s belly, and belly full of yummy milk. And then at the end of the day, it’s full of joy, adventurous stories to share with each other kittens, some could be happy, some scary, some sad, some full of tears, and some full of laughters, but non of them are dull.. And then with belly full of stories, they fell into deep sleep laying next to mama’s belly.