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In April Mirre was allowed to get ready to go to the stud. After using birth control, it's wise to let the cat get back in heat once or twice, before mating her. So I decided to stop using the pill in March, so with any luck she would be of to the stud in April. In June/July kittens would be born and in September they would go to their new owners. All in all not a bad plan, I thought to myself.
 I should have known. Mirre wouldn't be Mirre if she couldn't do things her own way. What planning? There was nothing else planned in het appointmentbook then having fun every day. Shouldn't I have told her she was allowed to have baby's? Maybe she would give in to a little emotional blackmail. So I told her that I hadn't secured the bench for her to lay in, proud as a lord and safe with her litter. No cat or groping paw would get in, without her permission. And what did she think of her “delivery room”, where she frequently lay sleeping with one of the tom's? I hadn't put that together working myself into a sweat for my own pleasure. After all, there were more than enough boxes, crates and baskets throughout the house. Mirre had her own opinion, but she didn't get into heat. Eventually it became June before Mirre did get into heat. After 14 weeks the party started. It seemed she had saved it up for all these months only to burst out in a hormonal roller coaster. She didn't call out for a man, she roared for one! Never thought a small body like hers could create such noise. To prevent one of my tom's from undertaking a successfull attempt, I wanted to keep them separated from Mirre. And that was a bit of a problem. Last summer I had put two large cat flaps into the living room door. They do lock, quit handy. Untill you have a considerable tom like Djavi in the house. He bangs on the flap until he's through it. So, how to prevent that? An old insect screen was the solution. At one side there is the screen, on the other side there is wire mash. Cleaver tom that gets through that. I put the screen in the door opening. Boys on one side, girls on the other.  Robbyn didn't understand it. He couldn't get to the girls, there was no opening. Then my darling sees the living room door is half open. So what does he do? He climbs through the cat flap only to end up with his nose against the wire mash. He tries it several times, all with the same result. In the end Mirre solves the problem by climbing into the screen and thus dislodging it. So I need a better way of separating my cats. I use screws and pieces of wire to put the two doors together. At night I took Mirre upstairs with me. The whole night she was roaring for the toms that were on one side of the door and she was on the other side. I didn't sleep at all! So the next night I turned things around: the toms came upstairs with me and Mirre stayed downstairs with the others. The closed door muffled the noise, so I slept better. For almost a week Mirre continued to roar. And all of a sudden it was over again. Mirre was once again my sweet little puppet that would love to come and cuddle and once in a while with a hoarse voice would ask for some attention. It was quite a relief. Not just for me, but for all the cats, including Mirre. At this moment three weeks have passed and Mirre is in heat again. In a few days she will go to the stud. Hopefully she will make some beautiful baby's with him. And who knows, maybe my long cherished wish will come true and she'll have a beautiful cream daughter. The tension is rising. We'll keep you posted. |
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