I realized far too late that my son’s cat was pregnant.
This revelation was quickly followed by the understanding that she would expect to have these babies and I would have to do something about it. Before you protest, I know cats have been popping out cat-lets for a ridiculous amount of time. My intervention in the process is likely not a requirement for safe birthing. True, but what if something goes wrong and the feline goes down or nothing goes wrong and she has an actual litter of cat-lets.
The thought of the situation terrifies me. Not only do I not respond well to medical situations having to do with pets, the idea of failed birth is too much to take. What do you do with any of it? I want to be there for the kid’s cat (and quietly regret the beast entirely at this point) and I will be there, cringing and trying to handle business. Apparently cat birth is my kryptonite.
So, after this all goes down the cats will need a home. I’d offer mine but I already have a cat. At most I could support one additional feline situation but more than likely I’ll need to separate from whatever number arrives intact. This blog then is for local takers. I’m interested in giving these things a good home that doesn’t have me living in it. If anyone is willing to snag a kitty, the offer stands…
Some Thoughts:
- Last night was a disappointment writing-wise, and a lesson. Nuff said.