The Mother


This isn’t an account of Raining Cats and Dogs as much as it is a story of the flooding that resulted.

Mr. Cowgirl and I had both been raised in a world of animals. His family did cattle ranching, and mine did dairy farming, and that world always included cats and dogs. Our barn cats had an essential role in keeping the cow grain safe from rodents. Beef cattle and milk cows will follow directions from dogs much more quickly than directions from humans.

After our marriage, we lived in a big city where Mr. Cowgirl was stationed in the Navy. It wasn’t long before we started to acquire animals. It was our natural longing for four-legged friends. We started with two kittens, then added a puppy, and a short time later, a second puppy. The kittens and puppies grew up together and got along fine. We added another kitten when an acquaintance’s cat had exactly one baby, and neither the mother cat, nor the human wanted it. One of our cats adopted this new furry doll as his own, and we now had five pets. It was when I “rescued” another cat family that all the trouble began.

I worked at a dry-cleaner/laundromat a few blocks from our house. I kept the washers and dryers clean, filled up the coin machine, and did laundry-by-the-pound for some customers. The dry cleaning was done at another site—just picked up and dropped off in this location. One day, I realized that a cat with a kitten was living outside the backdoor of Betsy Brown’s Cleaning Town. I’d catch glimpses of the mother, as she snatched her little offspring back into the shadows whenever the door opened.

The mom was so skinny! I started putting out cat food I’d brought from home. And it worked, eventually. I caught her and the baby in a box and brought them home. We checked them both out. The mother had very few teeth, so I assumed she was old; but the baby was in great shape. My mistake was thinking that cats could be “too old” to reproduce!

Apparently, I’d rescued a pregnant, skinny, toothless mother cat. We’d had her only a few weeks when she gave birth to five little kittens who all died within days because of the malnutrition of their mother during their gestation. We felt sad, but a little relieved, because—hey, instead of ten cats, and two (growing big, really fast) dogs, we were back to only five cats and (the giant puppy-brained, one year old) Samoyed and white German Shepherd/Malamute.

Did you know that cats do not experience menopause? Did you know that a female cat can get pregnant almost immediately after giving birth? Did you know that the word “caterwauling” actually means a sound cats make? Did you know that cats will make that sound while the male is impregnating the female? And that it can happen in your living room, and that your sweet little adopted Cosmos, who is slightly over one year old can be the father??

So, he went to the vet that week…and Mother (who was by then being called Muttero) gave birth, again, a few weeks later. Then, we quickly rushed her off to the vet, too. Whew…no more reproduction by pets!! But, here we were—six more healthy little kitties!

Luckily, we lived in a house where it didn’t matter how many pets we had. Our house was on a lot that had formerly been an avocado orchard, now it was just a big field with willow trees, and grass. The dogs could roam, the cats could go hunting. It was quite idyllic for all of us, until this new batch of kittens started to grow up enough to leave their mother’s side.

The babies loved Casper, our German Shepherd/Malamute. Casper was a mellow, relaxed, big fluffy creature with lots of thick soft hair. The kittens thought his tail was the best plaything ever! He’d lie there on the floor, waving it back and forth, and they’d leap and attack, and grab, and get flung side to side. Whew! That made them exhausted, so one day, they just cuddled up next to their big white “playground” and fell asleep.

Which would have been okay, except that Muttero hated dogs. We knew this because of the reaction these two canines had generated when they first met our rescue cat. She heard them dashing into the kitchen, where I was dishing up their evening chow, and leaped out of her box to hiss and slash them! I didn’t even realize that she hadn’t met them! After that, whenever the two growing dogs heard us preparing their meal, they would first peer around the doorway to see if the White Tornado was anywhere near, before bounding cheerfully into the room to eat.

So, when Muttero came into the living room that day, to find her kittens snuggled up next to the Evil White DOG…poor Casper…he got punished instantly for being such a marvelous kitty-sitter. Sigh.

We were able to find homes for all that batch of offspring. We’d successfully put an end to the reproductive cycle of this prolific kitten-factory. Eventually, Muttero made a truce with the dogs when there were no more babies to protect.

And then one evening, she just went to sleep in the corner, and died. She’d been a part of our lives for only a couple of years, but she’d made an extreme impact. She came into our lives before we became parents ourselves. But her example of devoted motherhood gave us a standard of excellence that was an inspiration.

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  1. Mark Camp Member
    Mark Camp

    Thanks for a great article, Cow Girl! And that’s high praise from a non-cat person.

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    (But I am shocked…shocked… that someone with such strong credentials in farm life never learned that “A goose can lay eggs but it can’t lay down.”)

    (Note: what I’m doing here is trying to suggest two trivial grammatical edits, without taking the time to write a Private Message, as is my courteous habit. So I’m trying to hide the corrections in an obscure old country saying, hoping that you will figure it out, but no one else will ever notice your little mistakes.)

    (Note re the obscure old country saying: I just made it up.)

    (Note: This has turned out to be more work. Next time I suggest edits to a worthy contribution, I will go back to the Private Message.)

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  2. Cow Girl Thatcher
    Cow Girl

    Mark Camp (View Comment):
    Note: what I’m doing here is trying to suggest two trivial grammatical edits,


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  3. Mark Camp Member
    Mark Camp

    Cow Girl (View Comment):

    Mark Camp (View Comment):
    Note: what I’m doing here is trying to suggest two trivial grammatical edits,



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  4. Clifford A. Brown Contributor
    Clifford A. Brown

    This wonderful tale is part of our Group Writing Series under the August 2019 Group Writing Theme: Raining Cats and Dogs. Share your favorite story of rain, reign, and maybe cats and dogs, however loosely construed. There are plenty of dates still available. Our schedule and sign-up sheet awaits.

    Interested in Group Writing topics that came before? See the handy compendium of monthly themes. Check out links in the Group Writing Group. You can also join the group to get a notification when a new monthly theme is posted.

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  5. Aaron Miller Member
    Aaron Miller

    Cow Girl: Did you know that the word “caterwauling” actually means a sound cats make?

    Cats can make many disturbing noises. A vet once told us not to bring our cat back after it scared all the other animals. If you ask me, anything subjected to an anal swab has a right to be scary for a while. 

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  6. Douglas Pratt Coolidge
    Douglas Pratt

    *sniff* I needed that today.

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  7. Arahant Member

    Cow Girl: Did you know that the word “caterwauling” actually means a sound cats make?

    Oh, yes.

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  8. Skyler Coolidge

    Her “motherhood” reminds me of too many of the parents in the CPS (Child Protective Services) cases I work on.

    Did you know that CPS causes pregnancy? It’s true. Fully 90% (or so it seems) of women, young and old, get pregnant almost immediately after her children are removed by the state. So, while trying to work to get her current kids back, she also has to deal with the newest member of her family, such as it is.

    And then the irrational anger and slashing out at people trying to protect her children . . . It’s like the story of my professional life, all in an animal metaphor.

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  9. KentForrester Moderator

    Cowgirl, I love stories of people and their animals. Yours is one of the best I’ve read. You and Mrs. She have a talent for writing about your life with animals.

    Marie and I should have gotten a dog long before we took in Bob the dog, who is now the center of our conversation. I laugh at Bob at least twenty times a day. And I talk to him as if he could understand me. I’ve now trained him to kiss my ear on cue.

    I’ve never been very lovable, but Bob finds me so.

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