So my Tom cat (who I've been unsucessful in trapping) had kittens with a very young illusive mother who I cant seem to trap either! Anyway it was her 1st litter and she was a very poor mother. I had seen her and knew she was pregnant b/c she would come for food. I waited and waited expecting to see her bring her kittens to show them the food source and needless to say it never happened. Well the Tom cat, Angus brought them! He has been successful in showing every stray in the neighborhood where my house and the food is! LOL
He has taken on a very "motherly" role with them and has taught them everything from how to play to where to sleep. He waits to eat until they are finished then grooms them when they are all done. Last night my hubby was sitting outside and he kept an eye on him making sure he didnt bother the kittens!
Before the kittens he would only come every couple days and now he stays here all day with them. Its so cute!
Has anyone else seen a Tom do this?
He has taken on a very "motherly" role with them and has taught them everything from how to play to where to sleep. He waits to eat until they are finished then grooms them when they are all done. Last night my hubby was sitting outside and he kept an eye on him making sure he didnt bother the kittens!
Before the kittens he would only come every couple days and now he stays here all day with them. Its so cute!
Has anyone else seen a Tom do this?











. I never really knew how old he was, vet said he was about one to two when I got him TNRd. Anyway, he watched over the three kitten girls last winter. It was the most heartwarming thing I ever witnessed. At first I wasn't sure if he was a brother, although he just seemed too wise to be a young kitten. He must have been Dad. He would be out there all day long with the kittens watching over them. Mother, Dixie, was very reclusive and I rarely saw her. It took me three nights to trap Dixie. The third night she went into the trap at 2:30 a.m. It was very, very brutally cold last December when I trapped this family of cats. Anyway, Yogi
and that was a moment I will never forget for the rest of my life. My heart
. I don't know what happenned to him. It totally broke my heart. My heart still aches for him. He was a very, very special feral to me, more so than any other. The other sad part to this story is that I was planning on socializing him over the summer and trying to find him a home that he deserved. He had an old, kind soul. And I hope he knew how much I loved him.