Nice cat car for Stormy
Now…
Okay, I tried. I
did my best to get her used to a box with a towel in it. NADA. I even built her a
DRY condo I called the maternity condo under the back deck. A place she once
took her kitties after she let us see them, and before they disappeared. That
was her first litter.
The last litter we never saw, something got them within a week. She was
depressed for a few days starring toward the place she chose to birth them. I
never actually found the place the rascal lost me. She was good at
misdirection.
Yesterday she
was making the most terrible noise. Sherry and I tried to comfort her but to no
avail. She moved away from me and lay down, got quiet, and I saw moisture
behind her. She stood up and turned to smell and taste it. I figure ‘her water
broke’. Immediately she left ‘without a how do you do!’ She went between two
houses across the street and looked as if she turned behind a house that has an
old storage building behind it.
She left FAT and came back to find me in the basement today slim. She
would not eat. I even got her some fresh milk, which she never turns down, but
she did. Sherry and I both petted her and told her how proud we were of her and
wanted her kitties here and we would keep them safe.
But she left in
just a few minutes and in the general direction as yesterday, but a completely
different route. Ferals are cagey and slick.
So I guess we are grandparents again. I do hope we get to see the
brood this time. She would not tell man how many she had this time. I guess I must wait. I am NOT a cat person, but kittens are cute to watch.
I say I am not a
cat person and Sherry says, “Stormy has you wrapped around her paw!”
Later….
Nite ShipslogPS: I have gotten attached to the 'Wild Thang!
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7 comments:
Oh my, it hardly seems she had time for another litter. It's too bad she is so wild and has you wrapped around her paw. Would that she'd find out just how good she could have it, if she decided to make her home permanently there with you. I can only hope it's not a repeat of the last time she had kittens. Meanwhile, you do what you can for her. It's a rainy day in Ohio, again...
I like cats, but, alas, cat allergies. A fun post, and thinks so much for stopping by my blog!!
Wow, didn't she just have a litter? I hope you put on your good detective skills and figure out where they are this time. I guess she can't help it that she is so good looking she is attracting all the toms around there.
betty
Good detective skills … right?! Perhaps Stella and her posse could help solve this case? That sounds like something I'd have enjoyed way back when.
PS - I still love your tender hearts!
She is a wild feral cat - and I hope you get to see the grands too!
Maybe just maybe she will move them to your place. I love little kittens. But they turn into CATS! Just how long ago did she have her last litter? The Toms must think shes hot to trot.
Night
Lisa
We always had barn cats to keep the mouse population in check. I'm sure Stormy does the same for you. In that way, she's a darn good cat, but, poor girl barely had time to recover from the last litter. Maybe she'll bring the kittens around this time to be mousers. Love your love of them.
love n' hugs from up north where we spent the afternoon at the farm celebrating Mama's 90th birthday and also her 88 yr. old sister. What a great day of laughter!
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