Bidan Kucing...

There was never a point in my life where I do not have cats. I am always surrounded by felines, ever since I could remember.

Me surrounded with felines...

Everyone in my family loves cats… except Mak who is not really into it, but sometimes do enjoy watching the kitties at play and help feed them.

The love of felines generate from Abah’s side of family. I think it is inherited. Arwah Atok used to feed his cats with rice and pounded ikan bilis or anchovies. His cats will sit around the lesung, just waiting for him to finish pounding the ikan bilis, which was soaked in warm water first, so that it’ll turn soft and easier to pound.

Mak We, Abah’s elder sister and her children also love cats. I remember her nursing a wounded cat with minyak gamat till the cat was fully healed, and the time she swore not to have anymore cats when one of the cats died. I heard a week later, she found a new stray and took it in.

The number of cats we had were so many, it would have made SPCA proud.

Abah always taught us never to harm any other God creatures, be it animals, insects, plants unless it cause harm to us. If we are nice to God’s living creatures, those creatures will pray for you. If you feed the cats, they will pray for your prosperity, and so far rezeki tak pernah putus in my family. I think it is something like sedekah.

A person who loves animals, or any living creatures, I believe is someone who is loving and lovable. Only a kind heart would have a space for loving something that may be insignificant to others, like a cat.

Apart from playing midwife delivering human babies, and I had my share aplenty, I had countless time helped delivered many kitties. Helped pulled it out from mommy, helped massage the little creature till it breathed well as mommy was too tired, helped calmed down the anxious mommy… etc.

But when Baby, my female pus decided to give birth, it was so unexpected. I was unaware and unprepared.

Baby... preggie with pink and huge tits..

I remember her lying next to me in bed, like she always does. I was exhausted and went to sleep early as I had been having from bad to worse shitty days these past week. When I woke in the middle of the night, I saw her face directly in front of me, with her head lying on my elbow. Her face looked different, but I was too tired and drifted back to sleep.

When I woke up at the wee hour for subuh prayers, I heard the sound of small kitties meowing. I thought I was still in a limbo, between conciousness and deep REM sleep. I must be dreamin’, I thought… till I saw tiny pointed ears wriggling between Baby and the stained bolster.

Yeah, Baby gave birth right next to me… in my bed!!.

Her liquor was all over my kaftan and the bedsheet. She looked fine… and I saw 2 tiny, mouse like kittens sucking on her bosoms. Baby became a proud mama. And I was a proud Grandmama. Thank God.. there were only 2. They were born on 27.5.2006 somewhere between 2 – 5am. But I noticed Baby’s tummy was still big… ‘perhaps there are still more to come?’

Baby... the beaming momma!! And her 2 kitties... I think i know the father..

I waited… but there were no signs of anymore babies the whole day.

And boy was I wrong. Last night, I saw drops of blood on the floor. "Darah nifas kut"… I hope it was not infection, or delayed haemorrhage or anything like that. Baby’s tummy has flattened! Hmmmm…

Surprise… surprise… When I checked the kittens… I thought I saw a yellow head bobbing between the other 2 black heads. Aaaahhhh…. 3 kittens. I am proud of you Baby….

Oh…oh wait a minute… another head!! So the last head count was 4!!

Baby loves her newborns and takes very good care of them...

How can i call her baby when she has babies of her own ehh??

The black tompok-tompok ones. Aaawwwww..... How can you not melt??

Look at that pink nose!!!

Aaaaawwwwwwwww......

I put mommy and kitties in an old drawer, covered with old newspaper and my liquor-stained kaftan. I had to hide the kitties under my bed. Yesterday, i found CocoLee inside the drawer, 'playing' with the newborn. He was playfully biting and hitting the poor tiny tots as if they were that mouse toy i bought from Pet Wonderland.

I have 10 cats now…

I dunno why suddenly I have the urge to scratch myself, and them cat biscuits look delicious….

Meeeoooowwwwwww!!!!!...