Saturday, April 23, 2016
I confess, I worried about it, but also did not worry--thinking they would sort it out just like they had the other system. Then Thursday while I was sitting out on the porch, I heard mewing sounds of distress. Cousin Tortie was in the basket with all the other cats, but crying, and seemed to be weak. All the other kitties were nursing except for Cousin, who just kept crying and sort of pushing herself around aimlessly. I put her in the basket with the gray cousins, and she settled in with them and stopped crying and went to sleep. Later, Dilute was nursing all 3 of them, and there Cousin Tortie has been ever since.
I find myself dwelling on it, thinking I should not interfere. The cats seem perfectly capable of sorting it out and dealing with it. Did Dilute wonder why they took her other kitten? Did she wonder how Cousin Tortie ended up in her basket? Did Baby Tortie realize her baby Tortie was in Dilute's basket? So many questions, and yet, it seems to have stabilized for the moment and that human interference has not traumatized anyone. They all three come up to jump up on the arm of the chair when I am on the porch, and two of them like to be scratched behind the ears, although Dilute will not tolerate touch. I guess I will just see how it works itself out from this point, but one thing is clear--that one basket will not hold 2 adult cats and 4 kittens much longer. Cousin Gray is already moving around enough that he was out of the basket yesterday, checking out the front porch. The others will not be far behind.
Sunday, April 17, 2016
I am easily intrigued with the symbolic in life. Like this shoot of mint, it is fascinating how nature and the metaphysical realm can instruct us if we are observant. Sometimes, the best ideas come to fruition long after the seed was planted, and then one day, there it was, bearing fruit.