My mother watched a TV programme some time ago about feral cats in Rome. The programme showed how a mother cat lost her kittens and spent a few days looking for them. But after a week, when she came across the kittens again, she did not recognise them any more.
The mother of our kittens (a.k.a MC) was certainly a good mother cat. First, she unerringly knew where a safe haven for her kittens would be. Then, she looked after them even through the bars of the cage we put them in. She made sure that the other strays in our garden did not go near. Whenever we tricked her into entering the cage, she patiently nursed and cleaned them. And when the kittens spent more time in the house, she became more persistent in trying to get inside. But now they are gone, she has (I think) more or less forgotten about them.
Which is, of course, more than we have. Sigh. I do miss the sound of little cat feet. But it is good to feel that they are well loved and taken care of where they are.
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