Sometimes I think my step dad does things because I'm secretly his favorite child....then again probably not. Sometimes I think he does things to spite my ex's, with hopes of getting on my good side. It worked, kinda. He told us what he wanted to do and both my mother and I looked at him with raised eye brows and a stunned silence. My mother was first to speak, "And how do you plan on feeding them all?", then there was me, "What are we going to do with TEN CATS!?".My step dad wants to keep all the kittens. He brought up the topic, and made his final decision when Matt came over and asked if he could have one when they were ripe and ready. I was happy to hear that he didn't want Alaina anymore, but was stunned when Sr. flat out told him no, we're keeping them all. He even wants to build like a cat-door on the barn so they can get in and out and even have their own area to keep warm in the winter. I like the idea, but the thought concerns me. We had to get rid of all my old outdoor cats, how will this affect everything? Maybe he just wants an army to help keep the ground hogs at bay. Wouldn't doubt it. Can't wait until we have the joy of naming them...
The crazy lady next door, whom was always chasing Prego off her front porch came over the other day and said that the mama kitty isn't taking care of her kittens, because her tits are too small. I wasn't home but mom said that Senior basically told her to mind her own business. Just to make sure, Mom sent Logan in the kitten compartment to make sure they were okay. He said yes, Prego was in there feeding and taking care of them, and they were starting to move around. I've only had one Mama kitty that ever really had actual like milk sacks for tits. And that was Simba a loooong time ago. Like fourth grade. Ever since, there had been Bootsie, Casper, and Victor, who all had flat chests and still had healthy kittens. I hate when nosey people who don't know what they're talking about open their mouths.
It can't be helped.
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