A few weeks ago the Kid came home with a kitten in his arms. We had thought the cat had a home, but after speaking to the supposed owner we learned that the kitten was in fact a two year old feral female. Although tame outside she would not stand being stuck indoors. Several people in the neighborhood had tried to bring her in and tame her, but she always managed to escape. Unfortunately no one had ever thought to spay her, so she had already had two litters of kittens. The neighborhood kids had given her an ordinary name which I didn’t like, and until I could come up with another name I took to calling her “Little Girl” after her diminutive size.
Although friendly outside, inside our house her personality changes. She is extremely aggressive with the other cats and the dogs and doesn’t take too kindly to being handled by the Wife or myself. Perhaps a better name would be ”Vixen” or something connoting her feisty temper. However she’s gentle with the Kid and allows him to hold and pet her. I set up a litter box for her which she uses and figured that I would make arrangements to have her spayed and then release her back into the wild.
Two weeks ago I prepared to take her to a warehouse where cats are spayed and neutered cheaply. In the days before I watched her carefully and became suspicious that she was pregnant. Chances were she was – a healthy young female, outdoors in the springtime who had already had two litters.
I am pro-life and couldn’t in good conscience have her spayed if she were indeed pregnant. I decided to keep her indoors until I was certain that she wasn’t pregnant or she had kittens. The idea of taking her to the backdoor of a warehouse to have an abortion just repulsed me. Her presence is a big inconvenience in my life, but taking lives should require better excuses. Nothing worth having in life is convenient; in fact some of the best things in my life were “inconvenient” at one time or another. Depending on her litter size I will keep them all or find homes for them. Each will be neutered or spayed – as she will be once the kits are a month old.
It’s been three weeks now and there has been no sign of her going into heat, plus her belly is bulging slightly and has a bit of sway when she walks. She’s calmer around the other animals and becoming a bit more social with me and the Wife. Since the death of our main cat in January I’ve been looking for a kitten to help fill the void created in my heart after her death; so far I’ve come up empty handed.
But as usual I don’t find the animals; the animals always find me when the time is right for them.