My journal for my kittens by D.A.Sanford - HTML preview

We get back to normal

Catlin’s parents had helped with the children on the goblin home world. We came to pick up my sister’s children after my sister and her husband had some quiet time together just to hug without a word spoken. Comfort was what was needed. We get to her parents and there was her mom with a delightful grin. “I got my grandchildren.”

Out come my sister’s children but with a felid and goblin of their age. “These two of your sister’s have adopted me and the other two children.” I immediately open a door to the farm. We had one installed there also.

I grab those two and now we are again at Catlin’s parent’s home. Her children come over to them and tell them that “these two did not have anyone but now they are our brother and sister.”

The two sheepishly come over and ask if what the two said is true. My sister kneels and just opens her arms. They are dragged into a deep hug. Her husband comes over and just says, “I’m your father.”

It is a wonderful sight. Leave it to the children. Going from a slave to thinking they were going to be tortured, to finding a free loving home. They were in heaven. Her two have been telling them of their jobs at the store.

“We look for a child that looks like they want something special but know they won’t get it. When we find one, we lead them through the store until they spot that one thing that they dreamed of. We just give it to them. Now you are included. When we get there we will show you around and you can pick anything you would like. Then you will do that for others. It is a great feeling.”

They now see the farm house and run through the door with their new brother and sister in tow.

On our world there are some asking if they can adopt. They are asked to please look to this worlds orphanages. There are children desperately needing homes. Adopt them, give them love and you will find that they will be the ones to go out into the universe and show that all humans are not bad.

Soon the change is spreading. The other races are being accepted but the thing is is that the old racism has disappeared. We are also treating each other as people.

My Catlin

It has now been a few years and acceptance of all is the atmosphere. There are now humans from our world serving abord the Bone Yard. Also some that go to other worlds to relate what it took for us to change. The message is always don’t wait for a massacre to change. Open your arms.

I do notice that, of late, Catlin has been putting on a false face. Something deep down is bothering her. I cannot just stand by and ignore it. We are sitting in the living room and she breaks. She is now crying almost hysterically. I reach out and hold her. “This house is not a home!” she screams. “Why don’t we have a home full of children?” That is the problem. We have helped others adopt. We have tried. Map out her fertility cycle, try to hit the right time but nothing. I get up take her hand and we walk the hall. She pulls her hand away.

“What’s the use! Damn it what’s the fucking use?” I again grab her hand and lead her to the room that has the door. We are at her parents home. Her mother sees the shape that Catlin is in and immediately hugs her.

“Mom, why can’t I get pregnant?”

She takes Catlin inside while I talk to her father. “I was wondering the same thing so I went to a human doctor to have myself checked. My sperm count is slightly below average but the little guys swim. I’m just worried about interspecies compatibility.” Her father now hangs his head. “Your mother in law was the same way. She denied it but I knew that she had been to the healers numerous times. In her thirties they gave her a potion an she had Catlin, not a litter. After that she never had another. Never questioned. I fear that Catlin is the same. Only the gods would be able to give her a litter.”

As he is talking, Catlin and her mother come out. I feel that they just had the same talk. Both look like they were crying.

“We’re going to the healer.” Is all her mother says.

I do something the she gave me the ability to do. “Watcher please come here.” Now the Watcher is here. I ask her if she would talk to the two. “Do you know of a large litter of newborns that need a deserving mother. I’m sure that there are a number of nursing mothers that could nurse them until they are weaned. Catlin, if the Watcher has a litter, I would love to have you stay here until they can come home. We can still try but”

She stops me there. “Mom told me what she went through. Watcher, they don’t have to be newborns but I would like, at one time to do just that, have newborns. The watcher takes hold of Catlin and her mother then they vanish. In a short time they are back but Catlin is holding three newborns. Hearing the cry of them, as if she hadn’t anything to do with it, quite a few nursing mothers came over. They were told that these are adopted by Catlin and I but they needed to be fed and Catlin couldn’t. The mothers said that they would help with that. Catlin and her mother are smiling. She comes down to me and says to them, “This is your papa.” You could hear the buttons popping off my shirt. She told me that the mother was deserted by the husband and died in childbirth. The family pleaded to the gods for help and were more than happy for Catlin to take them.

Now I speak to the crowd. “These are my children. It is not known, not even to Catlin, my grandfather had made an android wife. Real in all ways but my mother, my aunts and uncles were given to him by the watcher. He wrote to me about just that. I did not want an android wife. Catlin is the one that I waited for. Now I am a father in the way that my grandfather was. Just like him, I love these babies, they are mine through Catlin. Catlin, I need you to stay here until our children are weaned. Then you will find that the nursery will be filled with wonders. I will have my sister and her children pick out everything. Just one thing I need to say, I love you and our children.” The rest of the day was a blur. There were all sorts of women in and out. Those kittens were nursed by felids, goblins and mouse folk. They are going to be something special with all those different feedings. All those second mothers. I spend the night but it was not alone. I held each of the kittens and was told that we needed to think about names. They were three girls. Catlin’s mother tells me that now I will find out what it feels like to have three daddy’s girls. Don’t mind a bit.

The names were easy for me. I ask them to get three different color ribbons. I wrote three names on each and told the two not to look but to tie a ribbon on each. They respect my wish and do just that.

Now I pick up the first and this one had the red ribbon. The fur in this one is an orangish red. A very cute little girl but that is a father’s pride. I love each. “This beautiful little girl of my heart is named Karen after her grandmother.”

I hand that one to her namesake. Catlin’s mother.

I pick up the next one and it is a brown and black tiger striped. She has the brown ribbon on it. Funny how Karen picked colors that match the fur colors. “This beautiful little girl of my heart is named Catlin after her mother.” I hand that one to Catlin’s father. “You now have another Catlin that will love you just as much as your daughter loves you.”

Now the last one. All black fur and this one is lively and reminded me of someone I knew. I look at this one and say “This beautiful little girl of my heart is named Sara after my mother. This one will be just like her.”

I hold that one and then give her to her mother.

Later it was told to me by someone that loves these twists that I need to watch Sara, she will want things her way. I got that feeling when I held her. Maybe she will find a boy, her age that loves to build sturdy, maybe he will like building with large nails. I do know that from one will come the one that I pass my title to.