Manechka brought us kittens twice. For the first time, they were two beautiful big and healthy girls. There were four kittens for the second time: three kittens and one cat. For some unknown reason, the children of the second litter were very different in size. The girl was pretty, but at first, she was weak, one of the boys was an outstanding hero and handsome, the second was an ordinary pretty kitten, and the third was just a frog with some undefined colors.
Manechka perfectly understood which of the children turned out to be the most successful and liked to brag about them before us. Usually in the morning, when we just woke up, she dragged the largest and most beautiful baby to our bed, so that we admire him.
- Oh, what a wonderful child! - We admired him obediently. - Well done, Manechka!
In response, our cat was squinting and purring with pleasure.
And the frozen cat had a problem with everything else: one eye was underdeveloped and was constantly crying. We took the poor girl to the veterinarian, we were prescribed different drops, and four times a day I practiced dexterity, trying to get a drop of medicine in the eye of the dodging baby. I have to say, he was extremely spirited, and in general, he was the most active kitten of the four. And despite his ugly appearance, or maybe it was thanks to him that he deserved the special love and tenderness of our children: the son and his wife Tanya. Our Dima and Tanechka, both pitiful to the point of extreme pity, simply adored "one-eyed".
- How can we attach such a thing? - I was upset.
- Let's not give the one-eyed guy to anyone! - Our son insisted. - He will be a happy cat!
It should be mentioned here that Dimochka and Tanya live in the city and come to India mainly on weekends. That is, leaving the kitten was offered to me and my husband. At that moment I wanted to spread this little thing as quickly as possible in good hands and that's the reason why. No, no, no, it was not so difficult to take care of the kids, the more so to the "pot" they got used to surprisingly early when even over the edge of the tray and could barely climb over. And in general, the planned cares do not seem to be a problem. But when there is an unexpected problem - it upset!
The problem was created by Manechka. As soon as it was time to lure kittens, she began to do it in her own way. Yes, she started dragging mice to her children! For the first time, it happened when the kittens were still in the fence under the table "nursery". I woke up early in the morning from the wild excitement under the table and was horrified to find a little half-living mouse in the "nursery". The husband was already at work, and he let the cat in walking in the morning, not noticing that she returned with the prey.
The kittens, in a wild agitation, almost took down the partitions, the happy Manechka was sitting next to her, without interfering in the process, and I didn't know what to do. Eventually, I left everything as it was, trying not to look under the table. I don't know what happened there, but after a while, there was silence in the nursery. The mouse disappeared. Did I eat it, giving it to the kids to play with, or did they get rid of the prey themselves, remained a mystery to me.
Only since then, every day Manechka tried to bring the mouse into the house with all the truth and untruth. Especially it was necessary to be vigilant after morning walks Manina. As soon as she asked to go home, I opened a small crack: under the door sat Manechka with a mouse in her teeth and looked at me with unhappy pleading eyes. Sometimes she'd try to squeeze something with a mouse in her mouth:
- Mistress, let them feed the children! - I was persuaded by a cat.
- No! - I answered strictly. - We will feed the children with beef!
And I slammed the door in front of the cat. Upset Maniechka ate the mouse herself (not to lose the good), leaving on the porch a neat pea of mouse intestines.
Sometimes Mana managed to fulfill her maternal duty, as she understood it, then I climbed up on the couch with my feet and so sat there until the end of the animal meal. In general, our cat is a quite negotiable creature. But when it came to her children's upbringing, she became as stubborn as a donkey. Of course, she knew better than to feed future hunters! However, I was tired of this "mouse rattling", so I dreamed of quickly attaching this horde of little predators...
Read on in the next article.