Kittens

I have a confession to make.  This confession is to my mom for the most part since she is the one who is going to gasp when she finds this out. 

You see I grew up in an animal friendly environment.  We all liked dogs but most animals were welcome. 

Let’s see…I had a dog, hamster and mouse of my own.  My brothers had several dogs.  My sister was the queen of the cat farm.  I can remember saying, “We have 10 cats.”  My sister named them all.  My brother H.A. had a snake and when it escaped from the aquarium it lived in we did not have many people visit us for a while.  But my mom…now she reached a level of animal friendly that amazed me.  She took in EVERYTHING, even those pesky birds that made nests in places that they shouldn’t and when their nests would fall, and the momma bird would abandon her nest and babies, my mom would take care of those baby birds, feeding them with an eye dropper at all hours of the night until they were strong enough to survive on their own. 

I say all that because about five weeks ago our cat Cupcake who lives at TOA had four baby kittens.  Because I grew up in a house where all kittens were born in a box that was placed in my mom’s clothes closet so she could keep her eye on them at all times, my only thought was to bring those kittens home to a safe place. 

So I don’t have my mom’s kitty compassion.  As Cupcake’s kittens began to get bigger instead of becoming cute and cuddly like my mom’s kittens they turned wild and annoying.  They made a mess of everything.  I kept them in the hallway so there wasn’t much to mess up and yet they managed to mess up whatever they could.  They would roll around in the litter box and then roll around on the floor…yuck!  They would knock over the milk and water bowls everyday.  I work long days and am tired when I come home so to come home  open the hallway door to find a mess to clean up got old really fast. 

So this week was it for me…I took those kittens and their mamma and placed them in a storage container we have outside.  The container has a door that I left open so they can come out but if they care to. But Cupcake their mother wanted nothing to do with living outside.  She was mad…she IS mad.  The kittens, which I held for the first five weeks of their life and yet still came out wild, are not too fond of me so that is a bummer. 

So I kicked out the kittens.  It has been a few days now and they seem to be doing ok.  The dog Snowball doesn’t go near them even though I leave the storage door open.  I believe Cupcake would kill Snowball if she came too close…Cupcake is very protective. 

So I have discovered I do not have my mom’s animal love…sorry mom.  But we did name the kittens:

1. Ghirardelli
2. Oreo
3. Cinnabon
4. Sprinkles