We got a phone call from my daughter's friend. Her daughter had caught four little kittens from a wild mama. She didn't want anymore wild cats at her house. She took them to the shelter and they refused to take them. So she brought them to Evanston. When we went to see them I reached down to pick up this tiny ball of fur. She hissed at me, and it was love at first sight. I picked her up and tucked her under my jacket close to my heart. She fell asleep. We bottle fed the kittens for several weeks. There is a bond when you have to do that to a helpless baby kitten. She used to lay on my chest while I worked on my laptop. One day I realized someday she would be grown and too big to do that. So I had to teach her to lay beside me. She is laying on Monique in this one.
When I moved to Dry Fork she soon became an outdoor cat. If you've ever been around a cat in heat, you'll understand why. She didn't end up pregnant, and I was glad. I was trying to come up with the money to fix her. It is so expensive. I wish all these people who run the 'spay or neuter your pet' ads would pay for it. LOL
A few weeks ago I picked her up as I was outside feeding the cats. She was gaining weight. Sure enough, she was pregnant. On July 1st she had her kittens. We figured they were in the hay barn, but couldn't find them. She spent a lot of time inside, and I couldn't see that she had nursed babies. I figured they hadn't made it. But this morning Taylor, who I love, adore and worship, found one of the kitten by itself in the hay. I wasn't home. She and Jessica searched and finally found five darling baby kittens. They are now in the house in a box on my bed.
