A Visit with Mama Cat
Six years ago, a friend bought a farm along the South Nation River, near Plantagenet, and DW and I have driven the hour or so every few months to visit him. Sometimes, we visit more frequently. When he took possession of the farm, he also inherited several barn cats—a few, who were expectant mothers. This was not part of his plan. Sadly, some of the newborn kittens didn't survive, either through birth or to becoming victim to wild animals around the farm. Those that survived were cared for until they were old enough to give to animal rescue centres, where they found loving homes. Our friend also turned in some of the adult cats, not wanting to be home to a feline population. There were three cats that he liked and wanted to keep around the farm. He named them Shadow, Tabitha, and Mama. Mama, to his surprise, became pregnant almost immediately giving birth to one litter that he had just turned in to the rescue shelter. He suspected that a cat from a neighbouring farm was the fat...
