After many conclusions we made about our freshly moved in pet, some of which were wrong [like it being a male instead of a female], we finally were right about one thing - she was definitely pregnant, and she definitely rewarded us with four loveliest kittens I ever saw.
[I'm not biased, ok, maybe a little :p]
What I am most proud of, is how she handled everything or how mother nature took things in her hands and made everything easier [or that's just how it looked like] ...
Except for....
The previous day, her otherwise rather weak appetite subsided, she hardly "had breakfast", and was very needy, pet me hooman, more petting!
Night was the worst, she spend it meowing and I spend it staring at the ceiling, wondering if I should get up and go to the "summer kitchen" with her, two hours later when I had to get up as noise became "too much", there she was right in front bedroom doors, and the protective net on the window was completely torn.
I couldn't blame on her, she was following her instincts, find a spot no matter of price.
5:30am, I am sitting in my pj's drinking my coffee, pretty grumpy, slight headache she is buzzing around the kitchen, sniffing, observing...jumping into a small wooden barrel [which used to hold cheese and is now one of my future deco projects], curled all up she fell into deep sleep, no wonder, tough meowing night behind.
On the other side, I was still sitting there half sleeping, half existing, but among everything excited to see what comes next!
Still not interested in food, but very willing for company and petting, as soon as I left her alone, she would come after me, I decided to change the accommodation, she needs space because who knows how many are there!
The barrel was just enough for her to curl up.
A large woven basket with a comfortable pillow will solve all problems!
Deep enough to hide it [because cats love it in moments like this], to protect the kittens, and it is also transportable in case it has to be relocated.
Halfway through my German lesson, the meowing rang out under the window again, this time I had to ignore it, but I knew she came to call me and brag about what she brought us.
First gray baby was there, crawling inarticulately, slimy, helpless.
The second that came was gray white, chubbier then brother or sister [we still have no idea about genders, nor we care a lot :D].
Break...
At some point I felt sorry for her, sitting next to the basket and gently cuddling her. I could feel the contractions running my palm over her stomach, I could also feel the movement of the remaining kittens, and then we played guessing game how many more there would be.
My guess was max 3 - I was wrong, at some point I found two more, black and black and white. That view made me laugh out loud, couldn't wait to to inform dear darling, she actually gave birth the combination he wished for the day before. :D
Completely exhausted, she let us know that this was it. She was served food in a basket, as well as water, she didn't get up for the next hours, she was petted incredibly much, she fell asleep purring.
I was so proud on her, as somehow she seems like this is hers first 'mom experience'.
No matter what, biscuits.
She was happy, and I was happy!
I have a cat gang now, can't wait to watch them running around yard, exploring and growing.
Rest of the day I spent yawning, helping dear darling to fix the damaged, net, staring at the basket, spoiling her with snacks and fresh water.
She got up once, stretched, made a circle around the kitchen, and soon went back to sleep.
Tziki is attentive mom, she curls up, they line up next to each other, or snuggle and sleep on top of each other.
Black and white one is the loudest of them all, non stop in the move, non stop looking for more milk. 馃槀
Later, she was transferred to the barn, for now it is the safest, most spacious place for her to enjoy in peace with the babies. Still tucked in basket, right across my working shed corner.
We will see what future brings us, hopefully lots of silly kitten scenes!
