Just a thought, if you go to bed with fleas, you’ll have an infestation of fleas by morning.
Once, we had this cat, years ago. She was the mother of all the strays in the neighborhood, something unplanned, but we let her roam, and so she did.
That one morning, my neighbor knocked on the front door holding a box of kittens. He said, “I think these are yours.”
Yes, our little Siamese-wanderer gave birth to a litter in his garage. I was embarrassed by my lack of accountability in the growing population of kitties on the streets.
(We did take her to the vet, a long overdue visit, and he stopped my Siamese from making reckless (my reckless) kitty-strays.)
Well, once inside our garage with her babies, my cat tended to her kittens as my small son petted them. Later, my son of around eight walked up to me in the kitchen. “I have speckled socks.”
