I arrived home.....disoriented. Time in Ohio....Time in Chicago....and 10 hours of an audio book on the way home made me feel like I was in another world.When I looked at my kitty I freaked......"Look at you! Look at you and your belly!"
My wild kitty purred and purred and rubbed herself against my leg and gratefully sat down on the doormat which became warm when I turned the heating pad on.
I felt her bulging sides. "Oh dear oh dear."
I called the vet and basically they suggested I catch her and bring her in. A cat too young can experience multiple problems giving birth....including losing the litter and potentially even losing the mother, who is now called a "queen."
My first attempt yesterday at catching her failed miserably. She was sitting on my front porch all day until it was vet time. I tried to give her some scratchies with my son in the background discretely holding the kennel.
No way....she split in seconds.
It was if she had some 6th sense about the proceedings.
This morning I tried a different tactic.....duct taped my sleeves so her claws couldn't find my tender skin.....and tried to pet then snatch her.
No way.
Kennel with food.
No way.
Enticing her into the house with treats.
No way.
So kitty sits on my doorstep as round as a barrel and I can't seem to secure her. The vet is trying to find a humane cat-catcher cage. Kitty seems pretty wary of anything cage-like so I'm not confident she'll go after the food even if she's hungry.
She looks up at me in all her roundness and purrs.....while I just shake my head and say, "Oh kitty kitty, what are we going to do?"
