The feral cat

Tales from the backyard…When we moved to Klamath Falls Oregon, I bought my fishing license and drove out the 25 miles with the family to the Williamson River.  I was fishing a spot where they had replaced an old bridge and the rubble was still there.  As I was fishing the kids found some feral kittens in the rubble and caught one and wanted to bring it home, so we did.  It was young enough and adapted well, and gave our Toy Poodle a playmate.  Soon it became pregnant, so we prepared a cardboard box and showed her where it was under our bed, away from Tiger (the poodle).  When she was giving birth, Tiger just laid beside the box, with head on paws listening to the commotion inside.  When it was over, the cat got up and out of the box to get some food and water and as she was getting out, Tiger was getting in.  I nervously watched but the cat was oblivious or just knew that Tiger was going to be a great baby sitter, as Tiger just curled up with the kittens and that’s the way it went until we gave them all away.