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The kittens are amazing. At only 36 hours old Peep already trusts me to pick them up and move them around for her. She thinks of me as a sub-mom, or a babysitter...she meows for me to come sit at her box while she eats and takes a stretch. I think kittens should be prescribed to every depressed person. That'd fix em. Its (at least temporarily) fixed me. |