So, my sweet little Agnes had kittens the day after Valentine’s day. It all came about rather surprisingly. I didn’t even think she was still intact because I never heard her being in heat. I assumed she’d been fixed by someone else and then run away from them.
Everything was going along swimmingly when one day I noticed that she was eating a lot more and looked to be putting on weight. But it seemed completely concentrated around her stomach. After a while, Mark made the suggestion that she was pregnant. We both laughed about it until it didn’t seem so laughable anymore.
Anyway, the day after Valentine’s day, I was sitting on the couch in the livingroom when I suddenly heard the tiniest little meow. I ran in and woke my husband and we were ridiculously excited! He also went into hyper worried mode about them being under the couch because we still have boxes of stuff from my parents’ house all over our livingroom.
We had bought a cat bed a week or two earlier with the thought that maybe she’d have her kittens in that. Hahahaha! Yeah. We took the bed and her and her first baby into our room and onto our bed. Obviously she didn’t like that idea and grabbed her firstborn and went under our bed and proceeded to give birth to the other four throughout the day.
Yay, right? Except that we kept looking under the bed at the babies and she didn’t like that. First she moved from Mark’s side of the bed to my side of the bed. Then when that didn’t stop us from looking at them, she tried to move them into my youngest son’s room. After that she moved them to behind my bedside table, but she realized they all were too cramped back there, so Mark cleaned out a space in our closet under a built-in shelving unit. We helped her move the babies in there and everything was hunky dory.
That is, until this evening. I fell asleep for a short time and was woken up by my youngest when he came in to tell me that he had gone out to feed Agnes and thought he’d heard one of the kittens meowing behind a bunch of boxes.
She’d decided, while I was napping, to move three of her five babies out to the livingroom. Because, even after all this time, she still doesn’t like that we look at her babies. Or that we’ve pet them.
Now, I’d love to just leave them all alone or whatever, but everywhere I look everybody is saying that right now is the crucial time to get them socialized to humans. Like, if we don’t do it now, they’ll hate us forever and they’ll never take to us. RIGHT NOW!
Well, Agnes apparently hasn’t read all these experts, so she’s not with the program. Since before we knew she was pregnant, she had become less snuggly with me. She doesn’t like being picked up and held anymore, but she still likes being pet and she purrs when you pet her. But she only seems to tolerate us now. And she apparently doesn’t care that we aren’t hurting her babies, she wants to hide them from us.
*sigh* I’d be more than willing to ignore the babies, for the most part, until they were ready to ween, but does that mean we’re going to have problems with the kittens taking to us? There is nothing helpful on the internet to find out what to do at this point. I want the kittens to like us, but I don’t want to keep stressing out Agnes and the babies because she feels the need to move them every few days.
At least there is no longer a worry that she wouldn’t take to being a mom. She’s a really, really good mom.