Crazy Animals Part 4 – Surrogate Moms

While I continue my journey of animals we have had and have been blessed to share our lives with, the most amazing this is they all left their mark on us in one way or another. Some however are long lasting as they have dug their claws in and mauled us in many a game we have played with them


We had two cats called Smudge who we named and Baby and Dilly who we called Tiny. (We are very original in our name choices aren’t we?

We had the perfect pair. Male and Female Kittens, perfect pair.

My brother and his children visited us one Christmas and Lauren my wonderful gift of a niece was about 6 years old. She adores Cats and we had to ask her not to pick up Baby as she was in her last weeks of pregnancy but told her she could pick up Tiny any time. So she duly picked Tiny up and loved him and wrestled with him and Baby was left alone. Now baby got her name because one day Bern was in the bathroom and was calling for me to come to her.

I was outside so I was not able to hear her calling me. "Baby, Baby" she called, quite a few times and in trotted Smudge and jumped right onto Bern in the Bath and looked her right in the eye and meowed. As if she was saying “Yes You Called” and that is how she got her name.

Now Tiny was being man handled or I should call it Lauren handled and Baby was quite safe, however we did notice that Tiny was becoming rather large and admonished him for eating too much. Every time we fed Baby extra Food he wanted some too. We would shoosh him off to make sure that Baby had all the nutrients she needed for her pregnancy. A few days later I said to Sarah, "Just check that Tiny is in fact a boy" as he was getting bigger by the day and she asked how?


Well I told her to blow the fur away in that area and see if you can see the male gender parts. Well to our dismay Tiny was a girl and she was also very much an expectant mom. We apologized profusely for not letting her eat with Baby and every time we saw her we over compensated by giving her more food. Tiny was so fluffy you can excuse our lack of knowing what gender she was to start off with. She alsohad this magnificent tail that she was so proud of, as fluffy as a feather duster and was not too keen on us getting anywhere near to her tail area.


Well Baby went into labour and produced 6 or 7 kittens of the most amazing colours and a few days later Tiny did the same and had 6 kittens as well . They chose the keep their kittens in our cupboard where the shoes usually are. Baby on my side of the cupboard and Tiny on Bern’s side of the cupboard.

This was so cute two mommies with their little bundle of joys. What was mind blowing was that when Baby went outside she would take her babies to Tiny to look after and feed. One by one she would pick them up and place them in the cupboard next to hers. She would then give them one last lick and kiss and would slowly and every so genteelly walk out the room and go and get her daily stretch in the garden.

Tiny would make room for her adopted children and they would all suckle down as if this was quite the norm. She would clean them and love them and be in her element. When Baby returned, as if on cue, Tiny would get up, pick her kittens up one by one and place them with Baby and off she would go to her daily stretch.

We realized that they had no problem sharing a cupboard and put them together after that. What impressed us was that when both mothers were in the cupboard, they did not get their babies mixed up but they were quite happy to be wet nurses to their adopted babies.

Tiny had no problems sharing her kittens with us, except for one, a stunning black and white kitten that was just a ball of fluff. Matt named him Milo. When she left the room we would quickly go and pick up Milo and love him and he would squawk and screech and she would come darting back into the room and literally take him out of our hands and out him back in his basket in the cupboard.

When this first happened we had to test it again so we waited for the opportune moment and when she had left the room for more than a few seconds, we picked him up gently so as not to wake him. He slept on my chest and was quite comfortable.

Tiny returned, went to her basket, did a head count and then in an instant started meowing and crying for her Lost Son. Now understand we had had her other babies on the bed with us and she had just jumped on the bed, licked them and gone back to her basket. This time Tiny was frantic and Milo woke up and heard her callings and proceeded to answer.

She jumped onto the bed with the speed of light, Gave us such a dirty look, gently grabbed her Boy by the scruff of his neck and float off the bed carrying her precious bundle of fur back into her sanctum.

Milo was the most beautiful cat; if he was human he would be that Super Model who made such an appearance until he opened his mouth to speak. All looks and no brains whatsoever, one of the doffest (stupid) cats I have ever come across. He fed off his mother for 6 months as she would just not let him go and he of course loved the attention and the extra grooming she gave him at every opportunity, I swear he was a mommy’s boy.

Milo adored Matt and for quite a few months we were not sure of his gender either as those parts of him were small to say the least. Went with the size of his brain I am sure. We used to have those Laser torches that shine pin lights and the cats loved the game of chase with these. We just had to pick it up and put it on and I am sure it sent off a supersonic sound humans are unable to hear and the room would suddenly be swarming with cats. We had two of them so we could entertain the 4 cats.

The cats would run and chase the laser beam and we would watch as the jumped at and clawed the place where the beam was. One day Bern decided in her mean streak of a moment to run the beam up Matt’s bottom to see what the cats would do! (As if she didn’t know!)

Well Milo proceeded to follow the beam all the way up Matt’s bottom onto his shirt and then just hung there like a bat. We all thought this was very funny of course; however Matty for some unknown reason did not, possibly the scratch marks on his Butt were a dead give away!

We would shine the beam onto the cupboard doors and walls and when we tired of the game we would simply switch it off. Game over. We never really paid much attention to what the cats did after that as this was usually when we got ready for bed, until I noticed Milo was sitting in front of the cupboard door waiting for the beam to come back.

Sarah said...
I also remember quite clearly that a certain someone or a couple decided that Milo was a girl and he needed to be sterilized so she didnt have babies, only to realise that after asking Me the trusty gender revealer to blow back his fluff to see. Only to see massive ..... looking straight back at me hahahahahahahahahaha

So beautiful but so dumb.