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Tara’s Story – Siblings by Circumstance

by Tech1 Tech1

“Siblings by Circumstance” Mimi on the left and Tara on the right. Photograph © Cats Hope™

Siblings by Circumstance: What It Means to Love and Be Loved

Mimi arrived first, on 30 June 2017, a tiny newborn rescued from a parking lot and still with the stem of her umbilical cord attached. She had to be bottle-fed and cared for around the clock.

Nine months later, on 30 March 2018, Tara arrived. She was about seven to eight weeks old, already alert and independent, with the sharp features of an extreme wedge Siamese and the darker lynx-point tips on her ears.

They were not born together, yet life brought them into the same home. Over time, they settled into a quiet companionship, sharing space, warmth, and watchful moments around the apartment.

Tara often took on the role of a small guardian, patrolling the home and keeping an eye on everything that happened. Mimi, more gentle in nature, seemed content to rest beside her.

They were not sisters by birth, but in the life they grew into together, they became something close to it — siblings by circumstance.

“Tara, Ready to Play” Photograph © Cats Hope™

Tara’s Story: What It Means to Love and Be Loved

[Part 1] Tara

There had been no cats for years. The space had been quiet for a long time, as if that part of life had closed. Then in 2017, Mimi arrived — small, fragile, and entirely unexpected — and something opened again. It did not happen all at once, but once it began, it did not stop.

Tara was found on the ground floor of a government housing block in Singapore (HDB). She was desperately approaching passers-by, clutching at their ankles, forcing attention, begging for food. It was not aggression. It was hunger. This was when she attracted the attention of a Cats Hope™ Feeder in the area.

She was about eight weeks old at the time. Tiny, Frail, and parasite-ridden, and appeared to have been recently abandoned.  She was taken in due to her age, vulnerability, and condition.

At that time when Tara arrived, there was a nine-month-old Siamese cat called Mimi. Tara observed how Mimi behaved and how she was treated. She saw that Mimi was well loved and she tried her best to fit in. Mimi had been too long without a pack of her own, and did not accept Tara straightaway. In fact, it took Mimi one year to fully accept Tara. And like all siblings, sometimes they were friends and sometimes they were not.

On a day when they were both due for a visit to the vet, there had been tension between them earlier in the day. But they made no objection when they were placed into the same carrier, with no space to separate. They were afraid, … this was new, what is going to happen to them?

At the clinic, Mimi began to tremble. The unfamiliar environment unsettled her. Tara put an arm over Mimi, covering her as much as she could within the confined space. She was clearly shielding Mimi and wanting to comfort her. Her loyalty and protectiveness, was apparent and moving.

When it was time to be handled, Tara bravely stepped forward first, volunteering for whatever was to come. There was no hesitation.

Soon, all was over, and both arrived back to their residence safely, and resumed their life as siblings. And Mimi adapted, showing her the ropes. Where to go, what to do, … both were playfully jumping off walls and sleeping and eating together.

Tara would patrol the premises at night, policing the perimeters, and affectionately she was nicknamed Seargent Tara with the three stripes behind her front paws.

Tara’s transformation is inspiring. She had arrived desperate, forcing survival in every interaction. But in this new space, she began to position herself differently — not only for herself, but for others. She is fiercely loyal and protective of her pack.

This is her story.

“Tara Speaks” Photograph © Cats Hope™

Tara’s Story: What It Means to Love and Be Loved

[Part 2] 

I Watch. I Choose.

When I came, I saw her.
I didn’t know her name yet.
But I knew.

She was the one.

She didn’t run.
She didn’t push.
She didn’t fight.
But everything came back to her.

So I watched.

At first, we didn’t get along.
She didn’t like me.
I didn’t mind.
I stayed anyway.

It took a long time.
A whole year.

Then we became close.

Her name was MiMi.

I learned her ways.
Not all of it.
Just enough.

Then another one came.

Angel.

I saw her come in.
I didn’t like it.
I ran at her.
Fast.

Mummy was in the way.
Mummy got hurt.

I didn’t mean that.
I just knew something had changed.

“Tara and Mimi” (Left to right, Tara, Mimi) Photograph © Cats Hope™

“Angel Arrives” Photograph © Cats Hope™

“Angel Sees” Photograph © Cats Hope™

But Angel stayed.
She watched too.

Just like I did.

She also knew.

Mimi was the one.

 

Angel wanted that place.
The same way I did.

But we became friends first.
Faster than Mimi.

We stayed close.
We played.
We moved together.

 

Mimi took longer.
She always does.

But when she accepted Angel,
everything changed again.

 

After that, I stopped charging.

When new ones came,
I didn’t run at them anymore.

They were placed in the cage.
I watched from outside.

I understood.

They were staying.

So I stayed too.

“Tara Chooses Rockie” Photograph © Cats Hope™

Later, there were many of us.

Mimi.
Angel.
Tami.
The babies.
Kimi.

Something in me changed then.

After the doctor,
we all changed… inside.

 

I knew I would not have my own.

So I chose.

Rockie.
The little ones.

 

I stayed near them.
I watched them.
I kept them close.

They were mine to care for.

Not because they came from me.

Because I chose them.

 

I don’t need to be first.
I don’t need to be her.

I just need to know where I stand.
And who is mine.

“Tara Stays Close” Photograph © Cats Hope™

I loved.

I loved in my way.
Not soft all the time.
Not quiet all the time.

But I stayed.
I stood close.
I did not leave.

 

I learned.

What it means to be loved.

To have a place.
To have someone come back.
To not be alone.

 

We were not born together.

But we stayed.

And we became something.

 

A family.
A furmily.

 

I watch.
I choose.
I stay.

“The Day They All Came Home Changed” Both Rockie and Tara were depressed after the visit to the vet, and Tara consoles Rockie. Photograph © Cats Hope™

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