Mowgli and Lyra arrived in rescue together and from the start it was clear that they were close – snuggling up together, butting heads in the food bowl, obviously happy around each other. I don’t know what their relationship is – they lived as part of a large group of cats – just maybe they’re young mum and son, or sister and brother. After a couple of weeks of them sharing a bedroom in rescue, it was clear that Lyra’s kittens were on the way and Mowg needed to move out. He’s come downstairs and not been the happiest of bunnies. To be fair, the residents have made him about as welcome as a fart in a space suit, so its not been an easy transition.
It just so happened that we were both on the landing this evening when I was going in to see Lyra, and Mowgli followed me in. I was anxious about it at first, either that he’d hurt the babies or more likely that she’d run screaming fury at him like most mums with kits do to other cats. This is what happened:
I daren’t leave him in there unsupervised while the babies are so tiny, but I think we might be going back for a few more visits.