It’s not that I don’t like kittens, it’s just that i don’t know what to do with them even after they become cats. I know what to do with pups, youthful dogs, grown-up dogs, old dogs, sick dogs etc. I’m alright with seeing their poo, wrinkling my nose and cleaning it up, happily. It’s all in your face, you see. Now kittens, they hide their poo! In places where i can’t reach to clean and that’s worrisome.
A new entrant in the form of a very vocal advocate of hunger and love, has forced me to places I never wanted to be in the first place. Being mom to a kitten. The choice between leaving a month old abandoned baby versus leaving self-created prejudices was not tough to make. But keeping up with it, sure is. As a supermom to an eight year old, waking up nights for a kitten is not even questionable. His job was done when teary eyes asked if I would leave the kitten to die. Supermoms don’t leave any baby to die. Definitely not felines and canines.
They wake up middle of the night to feed a screechy kitten, wait for it to poo, clean-up, offer their t-shirt for it to suckle on, scratch it to sleep and write a blog on it.