So I was housesitting for my parents this weekend (Dad finally used their camper again, first time in over a year). They have four cats; 2 males (fixed), and 2 females (1 fixed, 1 not). Neither female goes outside; although one of them did sneak out a couple weeks ago. My dog (a miniature dachshund), gets along fine with all of them, mostly out of fear. They got the last cat just before I moved out (with him). So anyway the one female was acting really strange this weekend and kept hiding. Apparently Mom was afraid she might be pregnant, but Dad kept insisting that she wasn’t and she was in heat. Nobody told me anyone of before they left.
So this afternoon they got back and we stayed for dinner since Mom wanted to use up their left over hamburger and assorted salads. So we’re both in the kitchen and I put some food in my dog’s bowl and call him for supper. He doesn’t come (shocking abnormal for the little garbage disposal). So I go into the living room, then the den. At first I though he caught a rat, then I saw the cat in the room corner. Yes, she had just given birth and he had one of her newborn kittens in his mouth. :eek:
It took me and my father to pry his mouth open and pull the dead kitten out. He was also choking on it. Both mother and her 2 remaining kittens are now doing fine. Dad has a carpet stain in his den. And Mom’s mad at him for telling her she was crazy when she thought the cat was pregnant (hint Dad unlike women cats don’t have noticable tits unless they’re pregnant or nursing). Mom’s also afraid that the cats will be retarded because she most likely had sex with her father. :rolleyes: That is the cat had sex with her father. :smack: And by “her father” I mean the cat’s father.
Oh, and my dog’s odd behavior I was anthromorphized as shame or guilt turned out to be nausea. And I now know where the aftebirth went.
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