Since day 1, we've fell in love with the kittens. Well, mostly me. They were SO CUTE! Mom trusted me with them a lot, but my sisters fussed at me because of the obsession. Two weeks later, the first died. We never understood why, but I wasn't upset. I was glad the kitten was up in heaven! (yes i'm christian don't mind me) But then another died a few days later. I was getting worried if they were sick or something. My mom found out that Minew (the cat that had the kittens in my dresser) STILL had a kitten in her belly. So the kittens were dying. Mom has been giving them infected milk.

Another few days, we found out that another was dying. We were making her feel comfy, and then died a few minutes later. The last one was my favorite. I named him midnight as he was all black. I loved that kitten, but Allie FUSSED at me because it was "HER" kitten. She put him in her room, which was FREEZING. Minew wanted the kitten so bad, so I took the kitten from Aliela (Don't worry, I asked) and loved on Midnight. The momma came and licked the kitten, while the others fussed, trying to keep her away from feeding him. She wouldn't, because I think she knew what she'd done.

The next day, Midnight died.