The Kitten Whisperer

When I was four years old, our cat, Boots, a beautiful long haired angora, gave birth. This was my first experience. I watched with great fascination as Boots let out kitten after kitten, eating each sac and placenta, cleaning and tending to it until the next kitten would come. It was a profound experience for a small girl.

Then, something happened. One of the kittens did not move. It was still born. Dead. I was devastated. I ran into our garage and sobbed and sobbed over it. A few minutes later, my Dad came in with a white cloth diaper holding the kitten which was now alive and breathing and crying. He had resuscitated it. It was like magic to me. A miracle, even though I didn't know what that was at the time. Come to think of it, I guess that makes my Dad the original kitten whisperer. Anyway, I was elated.

Boots had three litters in all. It was obvious that she had the same boyfriend out there somewhere because although Boots had 5 toes on each foot, all of her kittens had 6. I loved those tiny feet so much! It is why I breed Polydactyl cats today.