Small kittens, purebred, for sale

They say: The boy, even if his goodness is pure, gets it from his maternal uncles. And if he falls, know that they have failed me. This house applies to these three cats. Their mother is a Scottish Fold, a purebred from the original English tribes of Scotland, and their father is a Himalayan Bedouin from the nomadic tribes of North America, a bird of prey named Shalwa. They met through this magnificent, velvety mix, got married, and brought forth three falcons in the form of kittens. Their physical age is currently two months, but their mental age is five years—Masha'Allah, blessed is the Most Merciful. The first is male, named: Ya'rab. After him, I became convinced that a man is born a man, capable and sufficient; you don't need to wait for a certain age to see whether he's truly a man or not. He combines the features of both parents (Scottish Fold and Himalayan). He is the guardian of the household and the heir to his father's throne—very brave despite his small size. He always approaches the pigeons fearlessly, even though they outnumber him. Sometimes he remembers he's still a child and starts playing, screaming, head-butting, biting, and running around. Other times, he remains calm and sits quietly at the head of the gathering as if he were a 70-year-old elder. The second is female, named: Lateefah. She inherited everything from her father except his shyness. She looks exactly like him (pure Himalayan). Sometimes playful, sometimes fierce and sharp—there's no one like her. The third is female, named: Eksir. She is very calm and affectionate, with a mother's heart. She is the one who watches over her siblings, Ya'rab and Lateefah. Her appearance combines her mother's and her grandfather's fifth wife's traits (her head is Scottish Fold, her body Persian). When she's hungry and sitting eating, if one of her siblings comes to eat, she moves away from the plate and leaves it for them. When she feels cramped, she distances herself from her siblings and sleeps alone in a corner so they won't be bothered seeing her—literally, a mother's heart. As for their prices, they are beyond evaluation; no price can truly reflect their worth, authenticity, or noble lineage from their uncles and grandfathers. Nevertheless, each one of them will never be sold for less than 1,000 Riyals, and they go to the highest bidder.