I had a feeling that she would do this, enter my home, use me and then leave me stranded with the kids. All my restless anticipation and even my caution couldn't save me from the situation I'm in, her three kids are on my hands now.
Rewind?
5:30 P.M. Well I came back earlier than usual from office, and there she was, sleeping with the kids. A small confrontation and she rushed out without a word. Out ... out of the window??! Left her three new-born kittens on my inept hands, all barely a few hours old and still blinking and mewing at the world they were brought in. Colossal!
5:40 P.M. My cupboard is in a mess. A couple of my shirts have crap all over them and I don't have enough milk in the house. Had to rush out and buy a dropper and a couple of packs of milk, just in case they got hungry and made me sit up all night. Though I know that felines are known to be less troublesome than their canine colleagues. But, just in case.
6:30 P.M. I have been locked out of my own room; I've switched-off the lights and kept her babies in a shoe-box lined with a used tee-shirt. They seem to be quiet and comfortable, no noise from their quarters. I'm hoping the mother returns to claim her babies, I'm not in a position to play a surrogate parent to them. Heck! I'm not even married yet.
7:30 P.M I do a quick check on the kittens, they seem to be asleep, oblivious of their missing mother. I start making dinner.
9:00 P.M. Just finished with my dinner, I peep in to find that two of the three have vanished. The mother had quietly slunk into my room, grabbed her kids by the neck and made good her escape from my first floor window. The single kitten is mewing and mewing and mewing for its mother.
10:00 P.M. I'm praying that the mother acrobatically carries off her third kid as well. I decide to check on the last kitten in half an hour.
10:30 P.M. I cannot hear the mewing any more, so I tip-toe into my room and switch on the lights and expect to see the disappearing act once again. Huh?! The last one is still there. Has she forgotten it? Doesn't she want this one? Hmm...I'm scratching my head.
12:00 P.M. Last check before I settle down to sleep in the hall, I can safely affirm I never expected to vacate my room for a kitten. You little packet of trouble :)
Ooh! Suddenly the shoe-box is empty! Mrs. Cat has successfully rescued her babies from the clutches of the evil Ogre. A toast to all the moms.
Rewind?
5:30 P.M. Well I came back earlier than usual from office, and there she was, sleeping with the kids. A small confrontation and she rushed out without a word. Out ... out of the window??! Left her three new-born kittens on my inept hands, all barely a few hours old and still blinking and mewing at the world they were brought in. Colossal!
5:40 P.M. My cupboard is in a mess. A couple of my shirts have crap all over them and I don't have enough milk in the house. Had to rush out and buy a dropper and a couple of packs of milk, just in case they got hungry and made me sit up all night. Though I know that felines are known to be less troublesome than their canine colleagues. But, just in case.
6:30 P.M. I have been locked out of my own room; I've switched-off the lights and kept her babies in a shoe-box lined with a used tee-shirt. They seem to be quiet and comfortable, no noise from their quarters. I'm hoping the mother returns to claim her babies, I'm not in a position to play a surrogate parent to them. Heck! I'm not even married yet.
7:30 P.M I do a quick check on the kittens, they seem to be asleep, oblivious of their missing mother. I start making dinner.
9:00 P.M. Just finished with my dinner, I peep in to find that two of the three have vanished. The mother had quietly slunk into my room, grabbed her kids by the neck and made good her escape from my first floor window. The single kitten is mewing and mewing and mewing for its mother.
10:00 P.M. I'm praying that the mother acrobatically carries off her third kid as well. I decide to check on the last kitten in half an hour.
10:30 P.M. I cannot hear the mewing any more, so I tip-toe into my room and switch on the lights and expect to see the disappearing act once again. Huh?! The last one is still there. Has she forgotten it? Doesn't she want this one? Hmm...I'm scratching my head.
12:00 P.M. Last check before I settle down to sleep in the hall, I can safely affirm I never expected to vacate my room for a kitten. You little packet of trouble :)
Ooh! Suddenly the shoe-box is empty! Mrs. Cat has successfully rescued her babies from the clutches of the evil Ogre. A toast to all the moms.
