I can`t believe how fast they grew up. They are 4 1/2 months now.
I remember how angry at humans I was when my sister gave them to me. They were abandoned in a small box at the train station. They were cold and hungry. They would have died if my sis didn’t happen to pass by at that time.
I remember crying every day, terrorized by the fact that despite doing everything I could, they could die any moment. I remember not sleeping whole nights just to feed them, clean them and check on them: if they were still breathing, warm enough, moving.
Raising them was the most beautiful thing I’ve ever done.
And people still dares to tell me “they are not your kids, they are just cats”. They can not be more wrong.
I love my babies, I don’t care if they are cats. Does it make any difference? Do you feel less of a mother if I raised cats and not human babies? I really don’t care.