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Weeh, my kittens are leaving the nest

My love and I felt more popular than ever in the past few weeks. Every half hour we flew to the door, because everyone naturally wanted to catch a glimpse of our disgustingly handsome offspring. I get it.

But now, now the painful moment is here. My 5 baby kittens are going out into the wide world.

A few days ago, the first hump was picked up. And I already knew that we have the most wonderful readers in the Netherlands (duh), but that is now confirmed again. An incredibly enthusiastic email from couple Emma and Florentijn popped into my inbox last month. If they could adopt a kitten. Of course, they could. Just because of the friendly email + photo, which is also not entirely unimportant.

”After eight weeks, we feel like one big Italian family”

Secretly, this crazy kitten is already shedding a tear at the thought that from Saturday we won't have any running little creatures in the house anymore. Honestly, there is nothing more fun than coming home after a long day and being curiously looked at by five little faces. After eight weeks, we feel like one big Italian family. Including a play paradise, a mini zebra tent, toys, mice, feathers, scratching posts: the whole shebang. Suddenly I had legitimate reasons to raid the Action for crafts. And now it's time to say goodbye to all of that. Sob.

After an hour and a half of chatting with Emma and Florentijn (yes hello, people have to go through the official cat inspection first, you get that) it's time to put the baby (or should I now officially say Bubba?) in the basket. And take him away from his brothers and sisters. And from mother cat Luna. I swear, I’m getting trauma from this shit. Pfff, luckily the rest is picked up in pairs.

And when I get intensely angry at the whole situation, I repeat this mantra in my head: “Kiki, you don’t want seven cats. Think of the poop. Of the smell. Are you attached to your couch or not? HELLO, think of the number of beautiful shoes that you can buy with all the cat food money. You’ll get rich!” “Kiki you don’t want seven cats. Think of the poop. Of the s…”