Bobcat is skinny again.
Skinny and happy.
It all happened this past weekend. My little tow headed boy informed me Bobcat had a kitten.
“One?”, I asked.
“Yep!”, he exclaimed.
Judging from Bobcat’s belly the day before, I wouldn’t have been surprised if she would have had 20 kittens. But her only having one surprised me.
So I set out in search of kittens.
I found two.
Then I got a little worried thinking maybe a coon had snatched up the other 17 kittens.
So I decided to check on V’s litter. To my relief, they were all present and accounted for… and then some.
Apparently, V’s been doing some cat-knapping.
I returned the day old kittens to their rightful mother and went on about my day.
When I went back to check the kittens, not only were Bobcat’s kittens with V, but some of V’s kittens were nursing Bobcat.
So once again, I separated them. And again, they swapped kittens. I explained to them the possible ramifications of cat-swapping and that if they were going to proceed with this, then I would have no part in it.
I don’t want to get in the middle of any cat fights.