Me and my wife have two cats, one male and one female, not related to each other. Before castrating both we let them have a litter of kittens (6 of them), which we subsequently donated to good homes.
Now, the mother is a very frightful cat (I think she was never used enough to humans before being weaned) - even knowing us and liking us, she might run away if we make too forceful movements suddenly, for example. So between this and the horrors stories I read online - like cats eating their offspring - I was pretty worried when she got pregnant.
And then one day I fell asleep and I woke up to cries of newborn kittens - she had had them in the wardrobe on top of my wife's folded dresses (RIP those dresses) instead of the small space I had prepared for her. And when I opened the door, she immediately started to purr like crazy seeing me, made a cat smile (they close their eyes briefly looking at you) and was completely trustful with me handling the kittens. That memory honestly warms my heart - I always feared she was completely frightful of us/humans in general but her reacting like that was incredibly comforting that she loved and trusted us, just in her own way.
One of the kittens also woke me up one night a few weeks later by biting my big toe deeply. Guess she wanted to check I was dead to see if eating me was OK.
Thanks for the answer. Also, I'm just realizing now that I didn't post my cat story in the megathread as I intended (I was very high when posting it, which is likely why), but in a random thread instead.
Time for a cat story:
Me and my wife have two cats, one male and one female, not related to each other. Before castrating both we let them have a litter of kittens (6 of them), which we subsequently donated to good homes.
Now, the mother is a very frightful cat (I think she was never used enough to humans before being weaned) - even knowing us and liking us, she might run away if we make too forceful movements suddenly, for example. So between this and the horrors stories I read online - like cats eating their offspring - I was pretty worried when she got pregnant.
And then one day I fell asleep and I woke up to cries of newborn kittens - she had had them in the wardrobe on top of my wife's folded dresses (RIP those dresses) instead of the small space I had prepared for her. And when I opened the door, she immediately started to purr like crazy seeing me, made a cat smile (they close their eyes briefly looking at you) and was completely trustful with me handling the kittens. That memory honestly warms my heart - I always feared she was completely frightful of us/humans in general but her reacting like that was incredibly comforting that she loved and trusted us, just in her own way.
One of the kittens also woke me up one night a few weeks later by biting my big toe deeply. Guess she wanted to check I was dead to see if eating me was OK.
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Thanks for the answer. Also, I'm just realizing now that I didn't post my cat story in the megathread as I intended (I was very high when posting it, which is likely why), but in a random thread instead.
The thread needed some levity, so I don't think anyone minded. :heart-sickle: