My Little Babies Are Four Months Old

YAY! I am such a genius!, Or I would be if it hadn't taken me so long to think of this...I finally solved the problem of uploading pictures. I just upload the pictures to my facebook account, save image as (it then gets saved as a download) then upload from my downloads into whatever hub I want them in. Instant upload...Problem solved.

I apologize for not having photos of my little ones. As usual, I can't seem to upload them. If it were pictures from the internet they would upload in a heartbeat...My pictures? for some reason almost always fail to upload. So, I will try again later, for now...On with my hub.

My little ones are four months old now and getting big. Big enough that I was thinking they were six months old. When I sat down to write this hub, I counted back to when I brought them home and was surprised they were only four months. They spend most of theri time in the bathroom, as it is a large room, and they cannot damage it. Khalia isn't allowed to stay with her brothers as they are old enough to mate now.

Every time I go to the bathroom, I am covered in kitties. They talk to me, (Alvin has the most adorable little "Me-eh"?), they lick and chew my fingers, play "cowboys and indians" with my pants acting as the fort, try to see if they can all climb into my lap at the same time, whoever doesn't make it onto the lap has to go up onto my shoulders or the top of my head. they kiss my lips by pressing their lips hard on mine then smearing to the side. they bathe my cheeks and chin or ear or arms or hands or whatever is nearest. Honestly, I have never in my life been around kittens so determined to show me how much they love me, every second that I am in there. I snuggle with them, cradle them, rock them, sing to them, talk to them, laugh with them, play with them.

Sometimes when I open the bathroom door they will make a mad dash down the hall. It is funny though, because if I don't go chasing after them, but go into the bathroom instead, pretty soon, I hear them crying outside the door, asking to be let back in. So I open the door and they will dash in and start rubbing on my legs meowing at me. Other days when we can keep the other cats contained for a bit, we can let them have the run of the trailer for awhile...And they have a blast. Soon, they will be going outside. I am making a run, attached to the old trailer where the outdoor cats have one of the bedrooms sealed off. It is entered in by a cat door, and has a radiator heater that sits in a cage and keeps the room warm during the winter. This way the kittens will have more room to run and play. The other cats know not to run, they stay near the house, but they also must go in the run, otherwise they will not be able to access the room and food.

I was told by a woman who I think feels I have to many cats, that I should adopt the kittens out. I thought about it. What was best for the kittens. They have all their shots. They have plenty to eat. They are in no way a burden to me. So it all boils down to what would make the kittens happiest. These babies have never been separated from each other. I am the only mother they know right now. If I took them out into the world, they would be very frightened. People would frighten them. I could not guarantee they would go to good homes...people will tell you anything to get what they want.

I have decided that the kittens are best off left here in my care. they are happiest here. I know them. I am willing to provide for them know matter what. I don't care if people think of me as a crazy cat lady. I know what is important to me. Compared to the love I receive, what does it matter what others think of me? It is ironic...I want to share them with the world, but can't bring myself to do just that...So I am left to sharing them via my hubs.