About 3 weeks before I had prepared a box under the sink's vanity counter that was quiet, dark and safe. I lined it with lots of sheets and had bought a towel for it the day before she labored. She snubbed the box the entire time; she was a street-cat before, she knew what she was doing, dammit, and she didn't need our help with this. However, after that gush of amniotic fluid she went and sat right the hell in the box and started the process. Ms. Hardass broke and accepted that box.
I called into work for the first time and settled down with Mama Kitty as an observer. She birthed the first 3 kitties in just under a few hours, cleaning and holding each one as it was born. She was so proud and so happy with herself to finally have kittens inside in a safe place where she knew they could be protected. She looked at me like a person; I'll never forget it.
When Lucy was born, she came out bum-first like all the kitties did. Being wet from birth she looked merely like a black cat, especially with her inky toes, so when her head plopped out and to the side revealing her split face, it startled me! She started to mew as mama picked her up and cleaned her and I marveled at her face markings... so... soo... beautiful.
When Ava was born, I was so excited that my reaction could have warrented the observation that my own kittenchild was being born via surrogate. Ava and I would play in-utero through Mama's tummy. She would kick and roll when I pet and tickled her; I wanted to know which kitty it was when she finally came out. She was the cutest little tube-of-sausage-fat kitten there ever was... and her Kitler was admittedly much lighter...
And now 3 years later, her surviving kittens, Lucy and Ava, are larger than she is. But that doesn't stop her from holding and cleaning them like she did those 3 years ago...
Stumble it!
7 comments:
That is the best kitty story, and pictures, ever told.
Jessie
so cute! thank you for sharing that story!! <3
This is such an adorable story! Very similar to how Rascal came into our lives too. Hailey, my oldest cat was a stray, and the vet had told us she was spayed..but then she started getting fat...and I'm sure you can see where this is going, but she started giving birth on top of me. Luckily there was a throw blanket on my lap, so I scooped her up, yelling at my husband for towels, and I camped out with her in the laundry room for the next 24 hours while she had her kittens, Rascal being one of them. It was beautiful, but boy, am I weary of vets confirming cats are spayed now!
Your little kitties all look so happy with their mama. Hailey and Rascal don't get along very well, but it's because he's kind of a brat. :)
@Jessie and Caren I'm so glad you liked it!
@Morgan, I love that! I didn't know your kitties were related!
The babies are a little bratty but Mama is never shy to lay the beat down; Ava has fight marks on her almost weekly.
Too cute for words...aren't cats wonderful?
Awww..that is the sweetest story:) And those photos are totally melting my heart! Muah, sunshine.
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