When you're like 30 but still live at your parents

My sister had a cat do the same thing, nursing until her second litter. But the "kitten" was the only one of a litter of two to survive due to flead draining them both. The surviving kitten ended up having to have a kitty blood transfusion. I don't know if it was that or genetics (the mother was tiny too, as was her grandmother), but Puff (the kitten) never grew bigger than maybe 3 lbs, she always looked half grown. Oddly enough, her second litter produced by angel kitty who we lost this year at 13. He, unlike every other cat in his line was BIG, a whopping 20lbs until his health started failing.

Tippers first litter got around 8 pounds as adults not big but not small. Her second all got to be about 15 pounds. All but one Boogie her real name is booger due to her illness. She looks and acts as if she is still a month old kitten. She weighs 4 pounds and eats and eats and eats but never gets bigger. It is like when you wish kittens will always be kittens and this is what happens lol. Sadly she was born sick she had eye problems mucus and she was always sick. I had to carry her around with me against my chest to keep her warm. We think it was her illness that made her stay so small. We gave away 6 of her siblings sadly 2 didn't make it and we kept one more. We also gave away Tipper a friend wanted her and we couldn't afford to "clip" her. Boogie's brother is an alpha male body type. Big fluffy and tough looking but a big baby because his older brother pushes him around even though he is smaller lol. His name is Marshmellow Marshie for short.

The way this entire dynasty staterted was I rescued 1 cat (Pilgrim, who we still have at 15 years old) from 2 little girls trying to drown him in the apartment pool because they didn't want him anymore (since he wasn't a cute kitten anymore). A month or so later we started feeding a stray (Glory), who had been abandoned when her owners moved. We ended up basically adopting her. She was smallish maybe 6 it 7 lbs. Unbeknownst to us she was A) already pregnant with 7 kittens, and B) viscously male hating and would lash out at Pilgrim for no reason. After she had her kittens we rehomed them and her. My sister took the runt of the litter (Lucybelle), who never got bigger than 5 lbs max. The only reason she got pregnant was we all thought, given her size, she was too young to get pregnant yet. After she had her 1st litter (Puff 3lbs) she got pregnant with a second before weaning, which took us by surprise. She ended up giving birth 2 days before my sister and her family we moving

Cross country, so we ended up taking Mom and kittens in. The second I saw that tiny little black poofball I knew he was mine, even though I had been banned from keeping any. I totally used emotional black mail and played the victim card (this was literally less than a month after my assault) so while we did rehome the other kittens and mom, I kept my Jellybean, and he stayed my loyal shadow until the day he died (March 17th).