We knew our mama cat, Priscilla, was due to have her kittens on or around April 1st, so we have been watching her and even made a little box to put out on the porch with a towel in it.
Unfortunately, she wanted nothing to do with the box, but instead made it her mission to sneak inside whenever anyone opened the door to high-tail it under my bed.
This morning, we got her out from under there 3 times. She seemed down-right desperate to be there.
The last time we got her out, I told the 10 year old, Adrienne, to follow me down the driveway and we would try to lock her in the feed room. My girl, who loves her more than any of the other kids, remarked, "I'm the only one she will let get her out from under your bed. I think she likes me best. Hey, I think she's having a contraction! Her stomach keeps bunching up!"
I thought nothing of it, but opened the feed room door. Adrienne took one step inside, started to set the cat down, and a baby kitten fell onto the concrete floor!
We were shocked!
And the cat must have been too. She kept meowing and looking up at us like, "What IN THE WORLD just happened down there?!"
We were running late getting my son to homeschool group to do his frog dissection, so I asked Adrienne if she would like to stay and play mid-wife to the cat. She was thrilled to do it, so I left her there with big sister, Madison, and we went on to biology class.
The 2 girls attended 3 more kitten births and they moved everyone into a cozy corner and onto an old towel that had been in the garage.
Who wants a kitten?! Free with purchase of a baby goat.