That is a cool story. Mom knew you would take care of her babies. You should write a book of all these stories you have. Thanks for putting a smile on my day.
It is so heartwarming to read stories like this; little windows of good will that often go unnoticed in the grand scheme of things. They don't make history books, but they happen all around us.
We fostered some kittens ourselves last year and are helping a neighbor do the same now. In my case, we kept one of the kittens while adopting the others out, and after much bad noise were able to get the mom spayed and vaccinated. She stuck around the backyard and a few months later moved in! She and her now one-year old "kitten" remain close, and I visit one of the kittens I adopted out when I go to the owner's farm for eggs and milk. A happy ending all around.
These feral mother cat dynamics are fascinating to explore: in your case she trusted you enough to take care of her kittens, but didn't want to move in. Ours is rather social with us in every way apart from refusing to be touched. These are odd half-in/half-out situations, where the cat has an understanding with humans but retains some of the wild.
This is such a beautifully told reminder that we don’t always choose our animals, sometimes they choose us. The image of her delivering each kitten to your kitchen like a peace offering? That’ll stay with us.
Well, not so much a peace offering - she and I weren't on bad terms. The mom cat likely knew I was a decent person and would take care of the kittens that she no longer wanted to
That is a cool story. Mom knew you would take care of her babies. You should write a book of all these stories you have. Thanks for putting a smile on my day.
I've though down the line of writing a book of cat stories
That would be awesome
No fair. Now I’m committed.
To what?
Thank you for the love and compassion you show to cats. Cats have definitely brought a ray of light into my darkest times...
They're great little and sometimes loving predators, that's for certain
Kitty angst--i'm natures perfect killing machine but I weigh eight pounds and people keep picking me up and kissing me
Cats. They tear up curtains and furniture, but they are always a joy to love unconditionally.
It is so heartwarming to read stories like this; little windows of good will that often go unnoticed in the grand scheme of things. They don't make history books, but they happen all around us.
We fostered some kittens ourselves last year and are helping a neighbor do the same now. In my case, we kept one of the kittens while adopting the others out, and after much bad noise were able to get the mom spayed and vaccinated. She stuck around the backyard and a few months later moved in! She and her now one-year old "kitten" remain close, and I visit one of the kittens I adopted out when I go to the owner's farm for eggs and milk. A happy ending all around.
These feral mother cat dynamics are fascinating to explore: in your case she trusted you enough to take care of her kittens, but didn't want to move in. Ours is rather social with us in every way apart from refusing to be touched. These are odd half-in/half-out situations, where the cat has an understanding with humans but retains some of the wild.
Well, she did "move in", with the former neighbors who ended up taking her.
That is a great story about the kittens you fostered
This is such a beautifully told reminder that we don’t always choose our animals, sometimes they choose us. The image of her delivering each kitten to your kitchen like a peace offering? That’ll stay with us.
Well, not so much a peace offering - she and I weren't on bad terms. The mom cat likely knew I was a decent person and would take care of the kittens that she no longer wanted to