My Siamese cat, Sasha, gave birth to six kittens on the 15th of May. She has thus far been a very attentive and loving mama cat; all the kittens have been gaining weight consistently and have been lively.
This morning I knit them a little baby blanket and tucked it in with them; they were all there. An hour later, Sasha came down to eat and go to the bathroom and I went back up to check on them. Two were missing.
I freaked out, immediately imagining every horrible scenario where they fell out of the cat bed and smothered or dragged their limp little selves somewhere cold. I heard no whining or screaming, and when Sasha came up she was initially unworried. My sister and I tearing the place apart definitely changed that, unfortunately. But we didnt find the kitten. She can't have brought them downstairs; they scream when she picks them up by the scruff and we'd have heard that if she tried to move them to the first floor and the basement. But we checked my room and my sister's room as thoroughly as we could and found nothing.
Shortly after we gave up and set things up as close to how it was as we could, I watched Sasha pick up one of the remaining kittens by the scruff, walk her around the room briefly, then plop her on the floor outside the nest and just... go back to the other three. I put the kitten back in there and left the room to the hallway, listening for kitten wails in case she goes to move them again, which seems likely given how we kinda fumbled this.
Should we be worried? What can we do? Our house isn't hoarder level but we're a family of five in a cramped, century old house that we've lived in for over twenty years so we've got plenty of clutter on top of the nooks and crannies. I'm worried that the kittens might be getting hungry or cold, but she can't have taken them far... any advice?
This morning I knit them a little baby blanket and tucked it in with them; they were all there. An hour later, Sasha came down to eat and go to the bathroom and I went back up to check on them. Two were missing.
I freaked out, immediately imagining every horrible scenario where they fell out of the cat bed and smothered or dragged their limp little selves somewhere cold. I heard no whining or screaming, and when Sasha came up she was initially unworried. My sister and I tearing the place apart definitely changed that, unfortunately. But we didnt find the kitten. She can't have brought them downstairs; they scream when she picks them up by the scruff and we'd have heard that if she tried to move them to the first floor and the basement. But we checked my room and my sister's room as thoroughly as we could and found nothing.
Shortly after we gave up and set things up as close to how it was as we could, I watched Sasha pick up one of the remaining kittens by the scruff, walk her around the room briefly, then plop her on the floor outside the nest and just... go back to the other three. I put the kitten back in there and left the room to the hallway, listening for kitten wails in case she goes to move them again, which seems likely given how we kinda fumbled this.
Should we be worried? What can we do? Our house isn't hoarder level but we're a family of five in a cramped, century old house that we've lived in for over twenty years so we've got plenty of clutter on top of the nooks and crannies. I'm worried that the kittens might be getting hungry or cold, but she can't have taken them far... any advice?
