There is an empty grain silo on our new farm. And two female barn cats that are pregnant. I moved two cat shelters, left behind by the previous owner, into the grain silo and managed to get ahold of the cats to set them up in the enclosed grain silo where they could have their babies and I could keep them safe until they could be spayed. It was the perfect plan. At first. One of the kitties, a beautiful solid gray we named Louisa, was attending to three newborns within a few days of locking her up. It was early May (May the Fourth be with you day), so we named her three kittens (two males and a female) Han, Luke, and Leia. Two of the kittens were orange tabbies and one was calico. That seems a little odd from a gray mother. The other pregnant kitty was a polydactyl orange female tabby we named Polly. She kept trying to push in between Louisa and her kittens. Finally, I set up an extra large dog crate on the garage (the grain bin was getting hot during the day) and moved Louisa and her kittens. However, when I picked up Polly (she was frantic when I took the others away) I noticed her belly was empty and her teats were full. Oh dear. Someone stole kittens. I set up another crate in the garage and reunited Polly with her offspring and Louisa had her own crate. Three days later, Louisa had her own litter of five kittens! Our son named her kittens after friends at his old school. The two mother cats rubbed at each other through their respective crates. Perhaps we could combine the two families soon.
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