I spent time cleaning and refilling my hot tub. No surprise, not far off lay my English Shepherds, also known as English Shadows. Laying in the grass, keeping a close watch on me, is their job. Indy was multitasking.
That’s my new kitten that I’ve had for a month or so. She’s Booger’s granddaughter… out of Kitten who I had given to Johnny last summer. I told Johnny “Kitten” needed a better name, but “Kitten” it remained. Now I have *her* daughter and she doesn’t really have a name… oh, the kids gave her one as a baby, and I was going to call her Singe, since she almost caught her tail on fire once… but it hasn’t really stuck.
I’ve gone on that roundabout tale to tell you that No Name Kitty nurses from Indy. Yes, she’s worked on Indy enough that a tiny bit of milk comes through. I couldn’t really believe it either… I mean, she was old enough to leave her mom and she ate solid food, and how she found Indy’s nipples and Indy LET her nurse… well, it’s crazy.
I guess I shouldn’t be surprised…. Remember Dally fed her half siblings with Elsa, not once, but twice! I first told the story “From Big Sis to Li’l Momma” HERE. And then with the second litter HERE. I guess the instinct is strong in Indy as well. Poor girl is slated for a spay job next week. While I’ve wavered on my decision to breed her or not, it is probably for the best. She can be speedy and she is improving on her cow dog skills, but her back still isn’t “right”. She will probably always fall on tight turns, she’s has some spectacular wrecks. It’s for the best, I repeat to myself… and she has No Name Kitty to “baby”.
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