First, the important stuff: the status on that litter of 8 kittens we tried to move into the safety and comfort of the sun room.

Well, we tried.

The kittens are fine.

They had spent the day contentedly sleeping in the nest we made for them. I saw the mom come over to eat when I put kibble out for the evening. We tried to stay away from the sun room as much as possible, so as not to spook her away from her kittens, so the chances of seeing her in there with them were low, but she didn’t seem to be engorged with milk. Hard to tell from a distance, though.

The last night, we started hearing the kittens crying.

And crying.

And crying!

Also, trying to scrabble out of the box nest.

They were so loud, all the other cats and kittens left the run room and were milling about outside.

Except the mother.

We went out through another door with the flashlight, and found her where she’d been hanging out lately; near the outhouse, which is where the rotten barrel she had the kittens in is beside.

I tried going around the far side of her, but she would not go towards the house. She did go through the back door of the garage, which we keep open for air circulation.

So we decided to move the entire box nest of kittens to the garage. There is an open shelf near the ground that it fit into. I even put a handful of kibble into a corner of the box nest to treat the mother.

This morning, I brought over a container with kibble to leave near the box nest and checked the babies.

The kibble was all gone, and there was just one kitten left. I had hoped she wouldn’t move them, but I did expect it. I figured at least they weren’t in that rotting barrel anymore.

As I did my morning rounds, I walked past the front of the garage, which has one door open, and spotted the mom. She had come for the last baby.

Then, while checking the garden beds in the area, I heard kittens.

*sigh*

Yup. She actually brought them back into the barrel!

We’re just going to have to leave them there and keep an eye on them.

At least our attempt to move them didn’t result in her rejecting them.

I wonder if she would allow us to move those fallen boards out and put a cat blanket on the bottom? I’d actually replace the fallen boards with a longer, less rotten one, that would make it easier for her to climb out, and have a perch above the babies – but not so long that the kittens could climb out while they’re still too small!

I just hope that, with her jumping in and out all the time, the barrel itself won’t finally disintegrate.

The Re-Farmer