Last year we got a kitten. It was really fun, except when we caught her on the counter licking the butter. That was not so fun. Then after a few months an interesting thing happened, our little kitten, our pride and joy, turned out to be expecting. Kittens. She had been consorting with the riffraff cats from over the fence. It was a shock, but we dealt with it. We read up on kittens and I decided that if our cat was going to have kittens (even if the father was riffraff) they were going to be the best kittens there ever were. (So scary, it sounds like my approach to motherhood).
So eventually the cat (no longer the kitten) had her four darling kittens in our teenage daughters' closet. And they were so cute and we kept everyone out and let her have peace and quiet, with only occassional sneaking down and looking at the cute little fuzzy critters.
I thought we were doing so much for her, until I started really watching what she was doing for them. These are some of the things that I saw -
She kept them clean, safe, and well fed. She was warm & fuzzy. She kept her eyes wide open watching their development and pulled them back home when they wondered to far. You can talk a child through a problem, but you can't just get them out of them (like being in a tight spot behind the piano). Know who your enemies are and take action. Take care of mom too. Teach them to take care of themselves and then let them do it ...
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