🐾 Confessions of a Breeder: How I Lost My Sanity but Gained 28 Tails of Happiness 😹

Once upon a time, I was a normal person.

I had a home with intact furniture, pillows without holes, and mornings that started with coffee — not “meow.”

Then one day, I decided to open a cattery.

I thought, “What could possibly go wrong?” 🤷‍♀️

Act I: The Dream

You imagine soft kittens, cozy blankets, tea, and gentle purring.

Reality? Labor at 3 a.m. — flashlight in one hand, towel in the other,

the room smells like valerian, coffee, and panic.

You whisper to the universe, “Please breathe, little one… please breathe!”

Act II: Life After Birth

Your house becomes a neonatal unit.

Heating pads, bottles, scales, milk replacer, alarms every two hours.

You start to understand every sound:

the “I’m fine” squeak vs. the “Help me, human!” squeak.

And in a week — you can tell exactly who peed outside the litter box just by the noise. 🙃

Act III: The Food Saga

You think you feed kittens? No.

You serve royalty.

Each baby has its own food preferences, texture, and mood.

“The grey one only eats if it’s on the left side of the plate.”

Meanwhile, your fridge looks like a gourmet buffet:

five types of meat, three brands of pâté, kitten formula, and one lonely yogurt — expired, of course.

Act IV: The Cleaning Marathon

You mop the floor — congrats! Do it again in three minutes.

Litter boxes, toys, blankets, bowls, more toys, more litter, and mountains of fur.

Your vacuum is now your best friend.

And when you step in something wet… don’t ask what it is. Just grab a paper towel and move on. 😅

Act V: The Photoshoot

You want one cute photo for the website?

Prepare for a full workout.

Forty minutes of chasing kittens, avoiding scratches, and yelling “look here, sweetie!”

One is chewing the curtain, one is inside a flower pot,

and the third is photobombing you with a blurry tail.

Yet somehow, you post: “Look how adorable they are!”

Act VI: The Clients

— “Why are your kittens so expensive?” 😇

You smile sweetly and say:

— “Because they come from carefully selected, health-tested parents.”

(Meanwhile in your head: Because I lost sleep, sanity, and 1.5 kilograms of nerves.)

Act VII: The Goodbyes

Every time a kitten leaves for a new home, I tell myself: “Don’t cry.”

Five minutes later, I’m scrolling through their baby photos with tissues in hand.

Then I text the new owner:

“How’s my baby doing? Eating? Sleeping? Purring?” 😿

And You Know What?

Despite the chaos, the sleepless nights, the fur storms, and the coffee addiction —

I wouldn’t trade this life for anything.

Because being a breeder means living in a world full of tiny paws, endless love, and furry happiness. 💖