Most of my baby pictures had cats in them. Like I said, we go wayyyyy back. I had even made a timetable for all those alley kittens that I rescued. They had their meal time, play time, sleeping time, and even tuition time. Don’t even ask. Whatever I did, they did. Oh, I even clothed them. What? They were cold. They told me. Really.

And sure, I had probably caused some of their deaths from those heavy dancing (neck snapped) and piggy back rides (twisted spine). But I did them all with good intentions. They were ALL *clears throat* unavoidable accidents.

Did I mention that my brothers once flushed a kitten in a toilet? Oh yeah, and threw a cat out the window. Repeatedly. Apparently it was for science. They were trying to prove that cats landed on all four. Which we all found out is totally true. Just incase you were wondering.

I assure you that those “dark ages” have passed. We are a more civilized family now. We have around 20 cats back it PD. All still alive and kicking. But that’s nothing compared to Raja’s mom,who happens to be the proud owner of 60 cats! Gasp.

Anyway, Raja and I had the privilege to visit Airul’s house today. Apparently his cat a.k.a “the breeder” gave birth to a litter of kittens some time ago. Four new ones. I hate Airul. He’s so blessed. Check the furrrballs out.

I have taken out the drawing board and am currently plotting various ways to kidnap his kittens.