I guess now it's time to tell Mama Kitty's story. Ah, crazy Mama...
About two and a half years ago, Mama Kitty(which then was known as Boots) and her female sibling were adopted by a family, residing in New Jersey. Then the family moved to Vermont and fell apart. The woman didn't want them any more and was going to drop off Boots and her sister by the side of the road. I'm not exactly aware of what happened to the sibling kitten, but Boots was saved from abandonment by the woman's former husband. So...this is how Boots appeared on Jon's farm in New York and was affectionately called Kitty. She was grateful to her savior and became a great companion. For about a year she remained mostly an inside cat, then she started to get outside more often. She absolutely loved to explore the fields and catch some wild mice in there. Last summer we suddenly realized that her belly started growing. Yes, we were excited about the kittens. I've had cats as long as I can remeber myself, but I've always picked male kittens, because I couldn't deal with a disgustingly cruel tradition of drowning unwanted kittens, since sterilizing and neutering was not as common of a procedure in Russia back then. Therefore, I have never seen newborn kittens and was anxious about Kitty's pregnancy. In August of 2006 Kitty had 4 kittens, they were so cute. We were surprised how Kitty was protective of her firstborns, she would only leave them for a brief few minutes a day to eat. It was amazing. She hid them in the closet, and when we made a comfy little "nest" out of a carton box for her and the babies and placed the kittens there, she stayed in the box with them till we left the room and then carried them one by one back into the closet. That's when she became a full blown Mama Kitty. After she was done nursing them, our friends took 2 of the kittens and we kept the rest. Female kitten was named Fluffy, she was born with a flattened rib cage and was quite slow getting on her feet. We didn't think she was going to make it. But...she is doing alright, very friendly and is still with us. Other kitten was male and he was extremely skiddish and avoided human contact by any means, that's why we named him Scaredy. Unfortunately, one day past winter he escaped outdoors, and we haven't seen him since. Needles to say, I was quite upset with the situation. But I have to go on with Mama Kitty's story. So... we had Fluffy and Mama Kitty. Mama was getting out, but wasn't staying outside for long. Well...the kitty turned out be very prolific, cause in February of 2007 we've noticed the familiar swelling just around her ribcage. In March she had 3 more kittens in the same closet. And this time we didn't bother taking the kittens out of the closet, she was a great Mommy once again and spent a month in the closet, nursing her babies. I used to take the kittens out once in a while and carry them in my pocket, to keep them nice and warm. Till one day, when Jon camehome and Mama was hanging outside of the closet, which was very unusual. He hurried to see ifthe kittens were still there, but...found a big mess. Only one of them was alive. I wouldn't go into the details, we still aren't sure what happened there. I pretty much adopted that kitten, he was a bit skiddish at first, but became a little friendly ball of fur. We named him Bobcat for his black fur, fluffy tail and grace of a wild cat. At this point we were concerned with Mama Kitty's frivolous behavior and decided to get her sterilized. Little did we know, that while we were planning an appointment with the vet, she became pregnant already. We were shocked, Jon's farm was turning into a cat farm. The thing about Mama Kitty was, that once she became pregnant with new kittens, she would become too hostile towards her previous ones. She would be hissing, growling and attacking them. So we tried to keep her away from them. It was getting warmer, kitty was turning into one huge belly ball. I didn't mention before, but Moma Kitty was a tiny creature with beautiful round eyes. So when she was pregnant, her belly was twice her own size. Anyways, this time kitty decided to have her kittens outside the house and we couldn't hear/see/find them till they finally crawled from under the front porch in June. There were 5 of them. And they were wild. Sometime in Mid-July I decided that we better tame them if we wanted to give them away. It was a crazy night. I would omit the details of the kitten hunt, but no one was hurt...except myself. I still have scars on my hands from those tiny extra-sharp nails. Anyways, they all were in a huge dog carrier, with plenty of food/water and a litter box. But they weren't happy. You couldn't stretch your hand in their direction, they would hiss and scratch/bite. After 2 long days and lots of thinking I realized that it would be better if I let them out and try a different taming technique later. In the meantime kitty was finally taken to the vet and we didn't have to worry about her
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