We noticed that the kittens matured a little, when after being released into the kitchen, they went for the food in our own cats' bowls. Sylvie didn't like it at all, she made a few swipes at the most obnoxious interlopers, hissed, yowled and spat at them. She is fiercely territorial, - no motherly instinct at all! Chicie was displeased too, but he hissed at them half-heartedly once or twice and reconciled himself to their presence. I called the kittens "the food seeking missiles", for the immediacy of their response to an open door and the accuracy of their aim. We couldn't give them the adult cat foo yet, so we mixed some ground meat with milk for them.
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