Spring is the time of new growth and new life.
Springtime on the farm -
that usually looks like a new vegetable garden,
uncovering the perennial
flower gardens, and litters of puppies and kittens,
mostly kittens!
With one ‘official’ house cat (an outdoor cat with indoor privileges)
and many barn cats, kittens were guaranteed.
(An unintended double exposure that turned out well, the cat with
house privileges is in the middle)
house privileges is in the middle)
Always the kitten litters
were lovingly placed into an old cardboard box
padded with clean rags.
Then the mothers could jump in
and out with the kittens safe in the box.
And sometimes there was sharing as the mother and kittens
and an
adoptive mother were all in one box!
Occasionally the barn cats found a
spot so deeply buried
in the stacked straw bales they we didn't see the
kittens
until they were old enough to be running around.
There was one time when the ‘official’ house cat came up to the door
from being outside, wanting to come in the house carrying a mouse in her
mouth.
Of course that was not allowed. As the cat became more
insistent and frantic,
we could see it was not a mouse but a newborn
kitten!
So immediately a box was prepared and the kitten put in.
Then
the mother led us to the rest of the litter in a dark corner in the
basement
of one of the barns. She couldn't rest until all her kittens
were safely ensconced
in the box in the house. Then she was happy.
By Guest Blogger today, with thanks to the other Old Farmer's Daughter
2 comments:
Great post, Jens.
Most two-legged white-people could learn a lesson or two from the "animals" on how to treat their families…!
Thanks Jens.
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