Kittens and genetics

I am up having spent the night engaged in some extra marvellous impossible dreaming. I loved the dream, got disgruntled to find it was just a dream. I had kittens in my dream. Loads of them, black and tiger kittens. It was so fab. They were all running around and I was just looking at them in awe, just like a proud mum looks at her baby for the first time when he's fresh outta the oven. To be honest, I'm not sure I could have coped with all those kittens. But I so wanted to, feline creatures are so very perfect. At least I think so. Dogs are beautiful too, I don't keep two huge malamutes just for the sake of having them. They have their own rough way of playing and tumbling about. But felines do it for me. They are perfect. So some dream therapy now, self inflicted. Why all those kittens, and why did I feel so happy? I don't want to go down the path of the broody female. I really am not, or perhaps I think I'm not and my subconscience sometimes gets the better of me? I truly don't know. All I can say is that when I was a little girl and other little girls were dreaming of getting married in white and having children, I wasn't. It was actually a very hard concept for me to understand. I was dreaming of no white wedding, and I thought to myself that perhaps I could get away without babies. Not because babies have anything hateful. Of course not. But the world is so riddled with strife, I am not about to produce an innocent human being who will have to face the tough life. It's been tough for me, and if it were half as tough enough for my baby, then I'd feel so guilty. Because there is so much I don't know about genetics. I know that we inherit so many things. I've even inherited the way my nail bed is and the way my nails grow and it's been a good thing. I've inherited the fat gene, and that's not been such a good thing. Perhaps I have also inherited the love for art, it is so intrinsic it is sometimes scary. I've inherited the way my temper flares up once a year. I do not look like anybody in my family but I am so convinced I'm theirs. Because of all these things. But one thing I'm not certain of. Do we inherit memory? If we pass on so much to our offsprings, then couldn't memory be one of them? I know not if I have inherited memory. All I know is that if my baby had to inherit the memory of the bush I have had to entangle, then there is no way I am inflicting that on my own blood. I sometimes look at people who have a pink card at Polyclinics, on the odd days when I have to go because it's so late and doctors are not available. I think they have pink cards because they have a lot of children, because every female bearing this pink card always has a lot of children in tow. And they're not all very well kept unfortunately. I get no card, I pay my way, because I have nothing in tow except for the faithful Mister. But then I am more than happy to keep him instead to the grubby pink card. Pity the kittens were just in the dream though.