New Life

A few weeks ago at the cat shelter I was cleaning one of the rooms which had a Mum in, Cleo, and her daughter of 6 months, Bonnie. Cleo was pregnant and she quietly gave birth to one of her kittens whilst I was cleaning the room. A lovely and special thing, I thought and still think. I felt honoured to have been there at the time. Afterward Cleo gave birth, Bonnie went and curled up with Mum and her new sibling. I only witnessed one kitten - as apparently sometimes cats won't give birth to the rest til the next day.

I returned to the cat shelter and Cleo had 3 kittens altogether. When I entered their room, I discovered them in their basket cuddling up together. They are mostly black so they almost blur into one other. Bonnie kept going over to give them a lick, as I was told that if the older siblings are around, they help raise the young. It's very sweet and touching to watch. I think when being with kittens you cannot help but be overwhelmed with their playful innocence, their implicit trust in you, and preciousness.

Big sister Bonnie looking after her new siblings: