Litter of Kittens
Let me tell you the news regarding the cat we called "the kitten" for the last 9 months because no name would stick to her. She showed up mysteriously last summer. She never got properly socialized so that I could ever pet her or pick her up. It probably didn't help that I always had a noisy, grabby baby on my hip.
I had a sincere intention to get her fixed like all my other outdoor cats. Buuuuuuut she was not easy to catch, so I got lazy. I figured she would eventually go into heat and I would be forced to do something or end up with a bunch of kittens. Now, it's not that I dislike kittens. I just dislike worrying about them. I'm a naturally anxious person and I try to minimize any conditions that make me worry. Besides, there are many good reasons to spay and neuter cats, even farm cats .
Anyhow, I was lazily waiting for her to go into heat and then March hit like an unexpected whirlwind! There was a funeral and a Farmers Union meeting and skunks - I felt like the month was pulled out from beneath me . . . and somewhere in there she went through heat without me ever noticing.
You know how I know that she went through heat in March? Because I counted back nine weeks from now. Nine weeks is the normal gestation time for cats . . .

And these little bundles of joy appeared yesterday - sigh! Adorable, aren't they? I couldn't wish them away now. They're part of the family.
There are five by the way - two orange and three calico. She had them in the dog house, but don't worry because it hasn't been used by the dog in years. Scooter, the dog, sleeps in our house and has long given up his outdoor house to the cats.
So that's the end of my story for now. I warn you that you'll all probably suffer from my anxiety until these kittens make it to adulthood!
I suppose "the kitten" should get a new name, since she is now a mother of her own kittens. Any suggestions?
I had a sincere intention to get her fixed like all my other outdoor cats. Buuuuuuut she was not easy to catch, so I got lazy. I figured she would eventually go into heat and I would be forced to do something or end up with a bunch of kittens. Now, it's not that I dislike kittens. I just dislike worrying about them. I'm a naturally anxious person and I try to minimize any conditions that make me worry. Besides, there are many good reasons to spay and neuter cats, even farm cats .
Anyhow, I was lazily waiting for her to go into heat and then March hit like an unexpected whirlwind! There was a funeral and a Farmers Union meeting and skunks - I felt like the month was pulled out from beneath me . . . and somewhere in there she went through heat without me ever noticing.
You know how I know that she went through heat in March? Because I counted back nine weeks from now. Nine weeks is the normal gestation time for cats . . .

And these little bundles of joy appeared yesterday - sigh! Adorable, aren't they? I couldn't wish them away now. They're part of the family.
There are five by the way - two orange and three calico. She had them in the dog house, but don't worry because it hasn't been used by the dog in years. Scooter, the dog, sleeps in our house and has long given up his outdoor house to the cats.
So that's the end of my story for now. I warn you that you'll all probably suffer from my anxiety until these kittens make it to adulthood!
I suppose "the kitten" should get a new name, since she is now a mother of her own kittens. Any suggestions?
Momma Cat. :o)♥
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First, I agree with Tina. Every farm needs a cat known as either Mama Cat or Mama Kitty. And I can't believe we missed seeing them and WE WERE THERE the day they were born!
How fun!
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