Trina Machacek
I remember the very first time I was at the perfect place and time to see kittens being born. My family was living in Reno in the mid 1960s. I was but a wee one, maybe 10. In the 1950s the push was to have a bomb shelter in every basement in the country.
The Rooshkies (Russians) were what our nightmares were all about at the time. So, my family had a dug out thick cement walled spot in our basement. Of course, the worldwide cold war had lost some ground in the 1960s so our bomb shelter was just a cold, dark, catchall hole. Just a memory.
It once must have had a big door to lock from the inside, that no longer hung on the frame. But. Yes, an icy cold war “but.” At least the schools knew how to protect us. They had drills where the kids were to “hide” under our desks in case of a nuclear attack.
It truly was as messed up as the COVID fiasco we just went through a few years ago. Like a bright flash, let’s get back to kittens. I don’t like basements. I never have. I will not, (hopefully) ever live in a house with a basement.
I have hauled my last pool table up out of a basement! However, my family had a basement and that was where my bedroom was and where the ironing was done on weekends. I was just a kid, but I was ironing, and I kept hearing our cat meowing.
Going to check on her whereabouts, I found her huddled in a box of old blankets in the bomb shelter. It was the exact moment that I looked in the box with a weak little flashlight, that she flipped up, turned around mid-air and as she landed… a kitten fell out of her!
Oh, my goodness. It was so cool. At 10 years old, being a town grown kid, a townie, seeing that first baby anything being born, was icky too. More cool than icky. Must have made quite a dent in my brain to remember it this long.
I have seen probably hundreds of things coming out of places being born into this world over the years. Each time I am still in awe. Watching kittens and puppies is the best. Cows and sheep are cool, but with kittens and puppies I have never had to pull one out.
Or push one back in that came out backward, then pull it out. After the plop of new life, it’s amazing how the new mommas, about 98% of the time, know exactly what to do. Clean up, dry off, talk and coo the new life, to life.
I don’t think I know anyone in my circle that hasn’t bottle fed some kind of animal to weening stage. With kittens and puppies, seeing eyes and ears start to open to see and hear. Wobbly legs get stronger as independence becomes evident.
With farm animals that comes just hours after birth. With kittens the “hooman” gets to watch the growing up. See all the cute, fun and funny stages that happen as babies grow. Then it happens.
Those cute little balls of fun turn into cats; that will need to find their forever homes. Before the “season” happens again and you are hoarding 30 plus cats! Ah, now we get to it. The miracles of life. The responsibility of making sure that doesn’t happen.
Over and over again. Unless you live in a cave, at some time you have heard or seen someone that has not taken care of this situation and now has more four-footed residents than is healthy. For the person or the animals.
Yes, the spay and neuter, “fix” season to this growing problem is in communities everywhere. I have outside cats, but I’m not the proverbial crazy old cat lady. In my past 50 or so farming years, I’ve given away hundreds of kittens to my farming neighbors.
Some years the population would get fairly large. That’s when disease can creep in. Finding a wild litter of little kitties with eyes stuck shut with ick, is not a good thing. Now I have every kitten or cat that lives here “fixed.”
The last time I made a concerted effort to do the “fix and repair” of my mouse getting herd, it took a full year to catch, tame, transport 92 miles each way, (twice for each batch) and snippety snip each one.
Now, come spring, summer, fall or winter the ‘MEOOOWWWOWOWOW” call of the wild is not the early morning music I wake up to! Check animal shelters and vets for cost helping programs. Have your cats and dogs spayed or neutered.
Your pets, and your neighbors will thank you.
Trina Machacek lives in Diamond Valley north of Eureka. Email itybytrina@yahoo.com.