Kittens

The feral cat (who isn't so feral now) that we call Baby Mamma had her kittens on the front porch about 6 weeks ago. We were thrilled at the honor, she couldn't have said she trusts us more clearly! and the kittens bring us a lot of sunshine. I barely do anything anymore so I might enjoy these little things a lot more. 

She had 6 kittens but one, the only black one, died the second day. The remaining 5 are fat, healthy, and beautiful 💕. I have the only survivor from her last litter, have made her Mine and she gives me great joy. I have avoided cats since finding out they are on the 3 page list of things that I'm allergic to but see no point in denying myself the pleasure of having one since I have an expiration date. Loki ranks a hair below my grandchildren on the Love Scale.  She knows she is mine and I can't deny her anything. 

Aside from allergies there is another reason I have denied myself a pet since Scotty died. Yes, I don't want to go through any more Loss. Loki seems to be a safe bet. As long as I take care of her and she doesn't go outside there is at least a 90% chance that she will outlive me 🙂. I Do worry what will happen to her when I am gone. I will leave you instructions that she be put down if no one can/will take care of her. 

Back to the porch litter, I wish I could keep all 5 of them!! I can no longer carry out a full cat box and can barely get Jeremy to clean it so it is unrealistic to think of having even 1more cat in the house.

Oh. I actually already have two. I rescued a black feral kitten in the dead of winter with Jeremy's help. I was about to give up on ever taming her when she finally decided to trust me. Jazz named her Obi. We tossed around and rejected names for her for weeks before Jazzy suggested Obi. Obi is still skittish but she comes to me to be pet and played with when she feels like being a baby and she will likely end up with the same status as Loki. 

Back to Baby Mama.  I thought that I was just helping her keep this litter alive, thought I was detached, an onlooker, until I couldn't find the kittens last night. The neighbor girls had asked to play with them earlier so my first thought was that they had taken them or done something with them. Baby Mama was calling for them and sniffing around the neighbor's yard which also made me suspicious.  Jeremy, Jess  Kira and I looked for and called for them for an hour. They had Never been missing. I had Jeremy knock on their door repeatedly but they wouldn't answer (maybe partly because it was 10 pm and the woman there hates us). (Hag). 

The despair I felt caught me off guard. It felt like my body would shut down! 

Then a kitten came crawling out from the west corner or the porch. They were all asleep behind my plants under a wadded up tarp. 

I might end up being the North O Cat Lady.

Well, Mom had 27 dogs so it wouldn't be totally shocking. We could call it a family trait. 

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