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Originally Posted by Silver Fishie
”None.” She meowed, sitting down to tuck into her mouse. The meat was chewing, but tender and fresh. “I feel bad for the permanent queens, always being stuck in the nursery with whining kits all day. One kit here or there, and I’m fine.” She purred in amusement. |
"I used to know a cat who couldn't stand kits. Of course he found a mate and had kits, but, he hated them." DarkStorm tossed a few of the bones from the sparrow of to the side.