A few days ago, I was in the garage getting some clothes out of the dryer when I heard a weird sound. It got louder, and I realized it was a cat trapped in the garage. I opened the main door, it scampered out, and I didn't think anything more of it, until I went to work, and found that the freakin' cat was once again in the garage. I chased it out again, and went on with life. That was 2 or 3 days ago.
Today, I get home from work to find a bunch of the neighborhood kids milling about on my front lawn. I asked them what was up, and one of them said "I think our cat had kittens" Greeeeaaaat. Well, there's no real obvious birthing sites in the front, but on a hunch, I went to the back yard, where I have a couple of 'project' cars stashed. As I'm tromping towards the cars, I saw the same damn cat run out from under the tarp that I was walking on... I pull back the tarp, and there's 4 kittens all curled up in a ball. I ran back into the house to get the camera, and when I got back, mom had already collected one of them. She was a bit freaked out - the carried it all the way across the street, and then back, hiding under my '57 sunroof bug. From there she wouldn't do anything - she just mewed at me. She had one with her under the trans, another was writhing on the ground by the f/l wheel, and the other two were still laying out in the open. I put the all with the mom, who kept meowing at me, and then left her alone for a bit. When I went back, 2 of the kittens were MIA. Hmm. I pull up the tarp again, and voila! Mommy and kittens. I'm probably pissing her off, but I put them back under the oval and folded up the tarp - it's right out in the open and they're just asking to get smushed.
