🚨📣🚨CALLING ALL ANIMAL LOVERS AND OWNERS🚨📣🚨

(I hope you guys like long stories. I'm sorry I just can't seem to find a way to make them shorter. But I really need advice on what to do with my kitties)

When animals have children do they get the same maternal instinct as any human would or am I just expecting too much from her because I feel a maternal instinct kick in with these babies? And do cats react a certain way to kids they never asked for?

BACKSTORY: I rescued my lil baby girl when she was a kitten. She lived under my friends back steps until I took her in. She was well fed by my neighbor. As far as how her mom treated her I'm not sure. Anyways I've had her for 3 years. She's always been a scary cat since then. I thought it'd fix itself having taken care of her for 3 years. But it didn't. She's still just as timid and hides all the time. Some people would think she's abused. 7 months ago my mom got a boy cat. He's such a bad cat and refuses to do anything right. He's 10 months now. Doesn't cover his droppings in the litty box. He always does the opposite of what we tell him to do. Peed on my family's things, it was never anything of mine tho. Eats things he shouldn't off our floors and stove top (and its not like we leave food there. He's eaten string, feathers, and straight from our HOT cooking pots 😠) and most of all he likes to terrorize my cat. My cat was never a fighter. Which made her so easy to catch when she was little. So when she gets attacked by him she just runs and growls and he'll follow and attack again. Becuz of this me and my mom agreed to keep our cats separated. Now I've done everything in my power to keep my cat upstairs in my room cuz my mom had fits when she came out. But if I'm in my room and I hear her cat push my door open and I get mad she STILL throws a fit. I'd come home from work and hear my cat yelling and go to see him smacking her around and biting her tail. If I throw a fit it's "well you should've locked your door" Mind you my brothers room is through my room and the door locks weird so if I lock it whoever is in is locked in. So I can't. Her solution was well I'm gonna get his balls clipped. Never did. One day I caught him upstairs on my bed. My things are all over my floor. Napkins ripped up. My cat underneath the bed hiding and scratches to her ears, nose and I think his teeth had pierced her neck cuz it had a little circle surrounded by blood. And, to my surprise, a giant pee stain on my pillow. Maybe it was my pregnancy hormones but I got so mad if I were an animal abuser I would have tortured him to death. I wanted to kill him. After I spazzed on my mom about him and told her if I find him out the room again she'll find him dead, he's been locked in her bathroom ever since. Then my cat had kittens a month nd a half later. One was a big boy. But the first one. I believe it's a girl. She was born really small with flat ribs. Since they were born my cat never took care of them. But those cats are like my own babies and I refuse to watch her mistreat them. They'd be trying to find a nipple to eat from and she'd just up and leave if she felt like it. I'd have to step in and go get her and pin her down so they can eat. She kicks them, lays on them, and watches them cry for food. One day, just 9 days ago actually at 11:25 p.m., the little one was trying to eat but kept crying cuz it's eyes were shut and it couldn't find a nipple. She growled at it and what looked like purposely pressed her hand on its neck to stop it from crying. And it did. The little kittens cries were coming out all gurgly (made up word but that's what it sounded like. Like when someone tries to yell while being choked). I yelled at her and she stood on its neck and chest for a couple seconds. So I lunged to grab at her and she ran from it. The little flat rib kitten started twitching and slowly stopped moving. I watched the whole thing happen. After it stopped moving I poked at it to see if it was ok and it's neck just sort of flopped. At that point I knew that kitten was dead. But I refused to believe my baby was just gonna be dead. I couldn't live with that. So I picked it up. It's body was so lifeless. I rubbed its tummy saying "Come on sweetie. You can do it. Please live for me." Just repeating it over and over. Between rubbing it's tummy and little chest compressions I'd breathe air into its mouth. Nothing seemed to be working tho. I was so devastated. I picked up it's body and it started trying to cry. It sounded like little hiccups. So I held its head up and blew air into its chest cuz I know it was born with flat ribs and getting air must've been difficult. She still couldn't hold her head up but it was constantly hiccuping for air. So I took it to my sister who was to adopt it after it can part with its mom and told her what happened and said there's a possibility it may die. She wanted it to die in her arms so she took it to her room and held it. I went back into my room and chased my cat around the house. I wanted to punch her and strangle her even tho she is just a cat and that would be abuse, at that point I didn't care. She almost killed my baby and I hated her for that. After I got her in my arms and looked into her eyes I realized she's my lil kitten too. She's just a scared little girl who wasn't ready for kids. She didn't want them. No excuse for not taking care of them but I get it. So I let her go and went back to my room. My sister was there nd she was like "Here take it, it's crying too much" and there my little baby was crawling on my bed yelling it's lungs out. I picked up my little peanut and held her to my chest and it crawled to my neck and stopped crying. We both started laughing and my sister went to go punch my cat but stopped herself cuz that'd be abuse. Since then I've had a special bond with my kittens. They think I'm mom now. I try to have them spend more time with my cat but she's always doing her own thing. Going downstairs to chill behind the couch or in my window and expecting food when she gets hungry. I confiscated her food bowl tho. She only gets it when she sits in the box with her kittens. It's helped to get her to stay in the box more but she still leaves sometimes when I come in the room or get up from bed.

After everything that's happened things got worse. She's growling at the babies and they only get a certain amount of feeding time before she'll kick them off of her. They sleep in the corner of their box cuddled on each other for warmth and I gave them a fuzzy sock to cover up with. They love that little fuzzy sock more than their mom. When I see this it makes me not want my cat anymore and I'm considering giving her away after the kittens are old enough to part. I just don't love her the same anymore. It's gonna be hard to let her go but without an explanation as to why she's acting like this I just don't want to keep her.

So I ask anyone who knows anything about why she behaves this way towards them to please tell me something to make me change my mind about her. Cuz I just can't stand her anymore.