I want to kiss the bellies. When I fostered pregnant cats (and dogs), I would scoop up the babies and kiss their soft bellies. I enjoyed every moment of watching a litter grow up. I loved them up. If one were fragile, I would carry it around inside my hoodie or in a baby sling. They would come to the grocery store with me, and no one would know I had a furry baby in there. There were heartbreaks, but the overwhelming experience was pure joy.