Wait n see

I have no idea how this is gonna play out.   Got frustrated with the Mama-kat and decided I would apply what I think needs done across the spectrum of other problems in the world.   ACCOUNTABILITY.

Mama was just loungin’ around the stead, feelin’ good with herself, and I was the one takin’ care of the babbie,,,  Uh-uh,,, I didn’t get knocked up, this is HER issue.   And I decided it was time to let nature take its course and I will just deal with whatever direction that takes.  

I took the babbie out to her, her out lounging in the driveway, and I layed the babbie right on her belly, saying, “your baby, you deal with her, you have the equipment,”

and walked away.

So far so good,  She is acting more motherly out there, and more than a tad nervous out in the open with a weak helpless dependent.      I did intervene for a quick minute when she got all confuzzed when it started raining, but I did NOT bring her back in the house.   I took the baby, leading Mama, under the carport and just left the baby in a dry spot.

and walked away.

Well, the rain kept a coming.

20 minutes, a small lull in the downpour

and here comes Mama, carrying babbie in her teeth and straight to the nest she had laid out.    

and there she is still.  I hope I kicked the proper hormones back into place by pushing the issue in a ‘danger zone’.   Dunno, playing with instincts can be tricky, but I have no other options short of spending mad cash on kitten formula ($40 a can!!! roughly the same size as a human baby formula can.)   I will if need be, but I want things done ‘naturally’ here.  

and its gonna sound harsh, but if that means the babbie dies, then thats what it means.    Maybe there is some reason Mama is rejecting her, something that is out of my sense range,,, I dunno.     I don’t wanna bury another kitten; I’ve already buried Grizz and the other two kits mama had.   Too many graves in one week.

But I also have to accept the fact that if there is a developmental problem with this babbie and mama senses it and is rejecting her,,,,

No easy choices,,, sometimes there are no choices, you just have to deal.

Sometimes a man has to put down his own dog: Don’t dally, don’t farm it out, just do it and move on.  

paraphrased from Heinlein.