We had quite a surprise on Wednesday. Our cat Gladys had kittens....FIVE kittens! She got "dropped off" around Thanksgiving time, and I just hadn't taken the time to go get her spayed. I was a little shocked when I noticed she was pregnant since we mostly keep her inside but I guess the "mostly" part is what got her in trouble! She was a small young cat so we thought she'd have just a few, nope she had FIVE~!
Of course she had them behind the water heater in the laundry room. So Steve had to go pick up Shad from school since he was the smallest one of us who could climb back there and get them. He was glad to do it. The school secretary asked WHY Shad was being picked up so early ( 9:30 am) AND Steve told her the truth! Oh geez! The one time I wanted my son to lie!!!! All I can say is thank goodness that Shad is a year ahead in his work!
So Shad comes home and walks into the laundry room and calls for me to tell the cat had pooped...but she hadn't, she had the last kitten on the floor. That little one almost didn't make it. I literally sat for 3 hours holding it in my gloved hand right up on the mama. I think Gladys was a little overwhelmed at that point so I rubbed it dry and keep stimulating it so it wouldn't sleep too much. Finally it began nursing but was very sluggish all that day. It's fine now, all five of them are doing great and Gladys is being a good mama cat. That experience reminded me of my pig farming days, there was always a runt for me to take care of.....until it grew and ended up butchered!