I tried getting advice at a forum I go to for a different reason. We have an off topic "coffee chat" where we mostly talk, and are good friends. I go there for cat advice and the only advice I get is "get her spayed! ASAP!" I find it offensive and condescending because it is my choice. I don't find my cat in heat, or having kittens a burden. So long as I am responsible and take care of their best interests. Which I do.
So hurray! I will be happy here to talk about my extended cat family. I got Spooky back in February. She was 6 months old. She's the absolute most wonderful cat. Very placid, unique qualities, and established personality.
She had two kittens in september. I fell in love with them before they were born. When they were inside her I would come home from work and Spooky would jump in to my lap and I would put my hand on her side and feel the little things squirming around. She had the kittens between my split shift at work, between 12 and 4pm. (I was a little late for my evening shift, just to make sure the birth went okay). Luckily, even though my boyfriend pretended not to care through the entire ordeal, when I called that night for a ride home I asked how Spook was doing, and he admitted to have been ogling the cats since I left.
We kept both of them, Eleanor is a black tabby (like her grandmother) and Annabelle is an olive tabby (like her suspected daddy).
I'll keep you apprised on the new kittens hopefully arriving soon.
So hurray! I will be happy here to talk about my extended cat family. I got Spooky back in February. She was 6 months old. She's the absolute most wonderful cat. Very placid, unique qualities, and established personality.
She had two kittens in september. I fell in love with them before they were born. When they were inside her I would come home from work and Spooky would jump in to my lap and I would put my hand on her side and feel the little things squirming around. She had the kittens between my split shift at work, between 12 and 4pm. (I was a little late for my evening shift, just to make sure the birth went okay). Luckily, even though my boyfriend pretended not to care through the entire ordeal, when I called that night for a ride home I asked how Spook was doing, and he admitted to have been ogling the cats since I left.
We kept both of them, Eleanor is a black tabby (like her grandmother) and Annabelle is an olive tabby (like her suspected daddy).
I'll keep you apprised on the new kittens hopefully arriving soon.