We offered as much advice as we could from a short distance. She later called to tell us she had been able to retrieve two of the kittens from their mother's hidden den, but that there were still more that she couldn't reach. She took the rescued kittens home and was caring for them in her basement. The following day she rescued the remaining four kittens and had lured the mama cat into the cat cage that we had loaned her. The momma was scheduled to be spayed...with the intention of then releasing her into the neighborhood again.
But with great patience, the kittens slowly worked their way into everyone's lives. We kept them separated from the others for about two weeks so they would bond with us. My husband and I took turns sleeping with them in the room so that they could cuddle with us as well as each other. When we finally did open the door, there were hisses and growls but so many laughs too. Our senior cat passed on a few months after we brought the kittens home. (We had kept her separated from them because she was blind.) When London passed, our youngest, Paddy, was in a funk and I hoped the kittens would help her. It's taken a while but now she and Zander chase and play with toys together. Today, a year later, we still have chases through the house and occasional skirmishes, but all have settled into routines that make for a peaceful coexistence...usually!
Freya Helps Fold The Laundry
|Zander Examines Our New Kitchen Counter|
|Freya Helps Unpack Groceries|
I can't imagine life without the kittens. They are my constant companions and fill my days of writing, editing and promotion with beautiful moments and peaceful respites. They provided the balance between work and play. I'm so thankful for that phone call a year ago, so thankful for Freya, Zander and all of my furry friends.