Around 30 kittens have been born in my house on Fefan. These little felines seem to pop up in new batches every few months and swarm our home. Their squeaky cries and whiny howls can be heard emanating from the cracks of cupboards and underside of boxes. The newborns can fit inside a coffee cup and barely open their eyes.
The funny thing about having more than two dozen kittens being born in my house is that we don’t have any pet cats. The mothers are stray cats that sneak into our bathroom/storage area and find a secluded spot to give birth. I think they favor this spot for two reasons. Its well protected from the elements and it is very close to food.
We never feed the cats, but they find ways to get plenty of food from us. The older cats work in teams to open up doors, tear through screens, squeeze through holes and sneak through doors to find their way to our kitchen. We don’t have a refrigerator so leftover plates of fish, bowls of rice, and slabs of Spam are usually out in the open for a cat to steal. Our family is in a constant battle against these cats.
I never thought that I would hate cats, but I am pretty close to hating these cats. These kitties are not cute cuddly balls of fur. They are mangy, skinny, diseased mongrels that ruin our food and make a mess of our house. Their numbers continue to grow, and their pestilence upon our kitchen increases with each new litter. But in reality it’s impossible to hate a baby creature with those innocent blue eyes and tiny fluffy heads.
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