hsifeng | Fuzzy Easter Egg Hunts

No, this is not a reference to Easter eggs lost in the back of my yard and ‘gone native’ with local bacteria. This is a reference to a Spring ritual that I have had every year at this house; It comes with living in an older district in my town, and with having “crazy-cat-lady” neighbors.

The fuzzy Easter eggs I am referring to are kittens.

Every year in early March, I notice that one or more of the local ‘mama kitties’ has become….well…rounder. Gravid. Basketball-like. Pregnant. This means at some point within the next month or so I will be on the hunt.

It usually starts with a *mew mew mew* sound from somewhere in the immediate proximity of our house. For a long time, the old garage was a preferred spawning ground, but with it torn down and Kallie living upstairs, the most recent batches have been found in the driveway side yard.

Not this year though.

This year mama kitty figured out that the garden is fenced off from the backyard – so no dogs. It also has nice shady trees in the North corner, an overhang with access to the houses crawlspace/basement and water via the upstairs kitchen sink ‘vent pipe’…

Pretty much kitty heaven!

Until this morning, when my dog Fritz followed me into the garden while I was watering and found mama’s nest in a matter of seconds; thankfully, no kittens where harmed in the process – but they may hate dogs for awhile and will certainly hate the sound of Fritz barking. *chuckle*

So, along with snapping pictures of the garden this morning, I got one of mama kitty. She wasn’t in her ‘nest’ when Fritz visited, and I counted at least five little black/dark grey kittens at that point. By the time I got the camera out, she was back and the ‘fuzzy Easter eggs’ are almost impossible to see against her own black fur.

But they are certainly audible….*mew mew mew*

Mama Kitty