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I’ve never owned a cat in my entire life.
Never really had friends with cats either.
It’s always been dogs and nothing but dogs, give or take a pig or a cow or a snake here and there.
I recently and suddenly found myself the new owner of a pitch black cat with the most beautiful green eyes.
My better half and I were watching a horror movie (which is rare, because he is not fond of those movies at all) about three months ago.
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We went outside halfway through the movie around 11pm to have a smoke break and, of course, it’s dark out.
Suddenly, in my peripheral vision, this dark shape moves from a corner and heads in my direction.
Need I had mention that I had a near-death experience that very moment?
My entire body went ice cold and I froze.
When I eventually found the courage to turn my head very slowly, I see the blackest black cat I’ve ever seen with green eyes staring at me.
My heart slowly started beating again and I may or may not have started hyperventilating.
Long story short, this cat was so thin I could easily wrap my two fingers around its middle and the hip bones were strongly protruded.
So I did what any animal-loving person would do, and fed it.
Every evening it kept coming back and I kept feeding it.
It was so incredibly small and looked very young.
After a few nights of this, the cat stopped coming and I was a little upset about this.
Fast-forward until about a month ago Kitsy Kat, as I have since dubbed it, was hiding out in our garage while it was raining and sounded very unhappy.
I picked it up and carried it to a spare outside bedroom where I gave it milk, food and a warm place to sleep.
I checked and discovered it was a female.
She never left after that day and became part of the household, to my dogs’ annoyance.
I had to Google how to care for a cat because as I mentioned, this was uncharted territory.
Got a sandbox and all of that, which has a horrible smell by the way and needs constant cleaning.
After a while, I noticed her tummy is getting bigger and thought she must be enjoying the regular food she’s getting.
Nope.
She’s pregnant.
And is currently as big as a rugby ball.
Felt her tummy and yup, definitely a bunch of little Kitsy Kats moving inside there.
Now I’m stumped.
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She hasn’t delivered yet, but she looks really close and I have no damn idea what to do.
Definitely can’t keep them all and taking them to the SPCA just doesn’t feel like an option.
These poor people get inundated with cats and they rarely get adopted.
I’m having Kitsy Kat fixed as soon as she delivers and can be without her babies for a day or so, but that does not solve my current cat problem.
People have suggested keeping them all because we have big enough space, but that is also not an option. I’ll keep one … maybe two … maybe.
This cat as now become rather comfortable and speaking through experience, I have now had to develop a habit of looking at my feet whenever I walk around the house.
She has this silent way of sneaking up to you and plonking between your feet whenever you are stationary.
I can now add ‘constantly tripping over a cat numerous times a day’ to my life experience.
Looks like I’d rather break an arm falling over her than stepping on her tail.
I’ve also learned that you do not adopt a cat, they adopt you and they are your masters.
Cats are weird …
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