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Tasha's kittens are ready to go home - to their NEW homes, their forever homes.  The kittens stay here until they are about 12 weeks old, then it is time to let them go. By that time I am ready.

When kittens are newborn, momma takes pretty good care of them, and it is just a matter of weighing the kittens, feeding mom, and keeping the area clean, warm, and giving mom fresh food and water three times a day.  Then the kittens grow.  They make messes.  They grow more.  They make bigger messes.  They start to explore.  They find things to get into that you never even considered.

And since the kittens are born and raised upstairs, I am going up and down the stairs 4,386 times a day.  Wake up, prepare their breakfast, take it upstairs, get the dirties from the prior night, take them downstairs, back upstairs to get the litter boxes, back downstairs to clean out the boxes and refill, back upstairs to put them in the room, then downstairs to get the mop and broom and upstairs to clean.  rinse.  repeat.

They continue to grow.  To socialize them, they get the run of the house.  They go in all directions looking for trouble.  It's like having 6 two-year olds running around.  "What is in your mouth?" "Where did you find that?"  They threaten to jump off of the balcony.  We hear thuds, booms and crashes.  "What was that?!"

So the babies are now ready to go.  I'm ready to let them go.  Two are now with a terrific woman who will love them dearly.  Two are with a couple who had them in their hearts before they were even born. 

And so, I will have more time to myself, more time to sew, more time to relax.  I won't be scraping kitten poop off of the walls (how did it get up there?) or frantically chasing a kitten with a piece of cellophane in its mouth.

Yes, I'll miss them.