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Tigra (f), the matriarch, is getting senile these days. There are times she would be running wild around the house playing with Ursula(d), her grand’kitten’. Ursula (d), confused perhaps, would run bananas,too, then later, when tired, breastfeed from grandma’s breasts. She is not a baby anymore but a feline coming of age. Really confused.
Ursula(d) does not suckle from Karen(e) anymore. You might ask why. Because Karen(e) had given birth last January 1 to three little kittens. The kittens are all healthy. Only one is a male and I call him Dagul(a) while the kids wanted to name him Aslan. One of the females looked like the rest of the gang – with black stripes and a beautiful face and I call her Mayumi (c). The other female kitten looks like Dagul and I wanted to call her Tomasa(b) but the kids (again) wanted Jadis for a name. Inspired by the Chronicles of Narnia, presumably.
The matriarch gets into my nerves sometimes. I don’t know what is up with her. When she gets the chance into Kay’s room (where the kittens are) Tigra(f) would get one of the kittens and bring them to one of the corners or rooms of the house, away from Karen or from Kay’s room. These attempts drive me crazy most of the time.
We tried to transfer the kittens to the kitchen area or the living room area (under the sofa) but Karen(e) would not allow. She is a very caring mother and even though it seems like it hurts when the babies suckle she would still lie down and nurse them.
Papsie want them neutered.