Mrs. X
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Mattyrain cam on.
Mr. X thinks that Mattyrain is not going to use the box I made her to have her babies in. I think she is. It's a cardboard box that I put next to the couch. To to enter it, she goes under the couch and has a cardboard cave that she thinks is safe. What her cat brain cannot comprehend is that when she is having the babies I and my opposible thumbs can move the box and shove a cam in there.
Mr. X doesn't think she's going to use it because she doesn't go in there much. It's not her hangout place of choice, but when I coax her in there, she'll spend a considerable amount of time and root around for awhile. Although in Sr. X's favor, she does have the run of the house and could have scoped out a bunch of spots. I told him that we might want to start penning her in our room again since cat birth is pretty messy and depending on the place she chooses could mean carpet replacement. Sounds like something to wager on. See how sports minded I'm getting?
When we lived in Vegas there was a nursing mom cat that was living in the storm drain in front of our house. She was really friendly and even came through the dog door and would just hang out in the kitchen waiting for me to feed her. It made me nervous because it was monsoon season and the kittens were in the storm drain. I made her a box and always left the garage open a crack. I would keep putting her in the box and tried to communicate that it was hers and she could keep the kittens there if she needed to.
We were outside working on a RV that we were refurbishing when it started to rain. I was concerned, but there wasn't much I could do. As it started to rain harder, the cat popped out of the storm drain, trotted down the driveway with a kitten in her mouth and put it in the box I made for her. It was pretty amazing.
We thought the rest of the kittens perished, but read on the internet that sometimes cats will split up the litter. Katrina (named after the disaster) would steal away for hours at a time. I decided to follow her. She went down another drain. I put my ear to the manhole and hear the tiny mewlings of kittens. I ran and got Mr. X, he pried the manhole up, went down and came out with I think three more.
This was the start of our rescue career.
After that, we caught two more and actually had to live with them in an RV. They we're pretty wild and had to be trapped. The pic was taken the morning after I went to bed and told Sr. X, "Something's wrong. They're too quiet".
Mr. X thinks that Mattyrain is not going to use the box I made her to have her babies in. I think she is. It's a cardboard box that I put next to the couch. To to enter it, she goes under the couch and has a cardboard cave that she thinks is safe. What her cat brain cannot comprehend is that when she is having the babies I and my opposible thumbs can move the box and shove a cam in there.
Mr. X doesn't think she's going to use it because she doesn't go in there much. It's not her hangout place of choice, but when I coax her in there, she'll spend a considerable amount of time and root around for awhile. Although in Sr. X's favor, she does have the run of the house and could have scoped out a bunch of spots. I told him that we might want to start penning her in our room again since cat birth is pretty messy and depending on the place she chooses could mean carpet replacement. Sounds like something to wager on. See how sports minded I'm getting?
When we lived in Vegas there was a nursing mom cat that was living in the storm drain in front of our house. She was really friendly and even came through the dog door and would just hang out in the kitchen waiting for me to feed her. It made me nervous because it was monsoon season and the kittens were in the storm drain. I made her a box and always left the garage open a crack. I would keep putting her in the box and tried to communicate that it was hers and she could keep the kittens there if she needed to.
We were outside working on a RV that we were refurbishing when it started to rain. I was concerned, but there wasn't much I could do. As it started to rain harder, the cat popped out of the storm drain, trotted down the driveway with a kitten in her mouth and put it in the box I made for her. It was pretty amazing.
We thought the rest of the kittens perished, but read on the internet that sometimes cats will split up the litter. Katrina (named after the disaster) would steal away for hours at a time. I decided to follow her. She went down another drain. I put my ear to the manhole and hear the tiny mewlings of kittens. I ran and got Mr. X, he pried the manhole up, went down and came out with I think three more.
This was the start of our rescue career.
After that, we caught two more and actually had to live with them in an RV. They we're pretty wild and had to be trapped. The pic was taken the morning after I went to bed and told Sr. X, "Something's wrong. They're too quiet".
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