A pregnant mother kitty..got a huge tummy, that wobbled in and out as she walked. Did its best to make away with..stuff..mainly eatable stuff. Come back from fishing with a 1/2 bucket of Bream and suchlike..she’d turn up, and..didn’t want the entrails..oh no, only the best for her! Here she was, tummy wobbling from side to side, trying to make off with a bream almost as big as she was..we’d be given the job of finding her litters..and telling Dad,..and no more litter! she figured that out, and got pretty good at hiding them. Mum got annoyed..and told me that I had to ask the cat where she had hidden her kittens! So I did..she meandered off, leading me to..her kittens. Wasn’t proud of myself for that..usual euthanasia. Resolved not to do that again, and I didn’t. After a few years, suddenly it was my job to..do the euthanasing. Ahhh, not nice..but it had to be done…cats everywhere otherwise. When I got a car, I asked Mum if I could take them down to Hobart..she thought..ok, we have rellies who have a pet shop. Away I went..they wanted money to take them to feed them in case no-one wanted them….Bit of a shock to the system that was. Back to the euthanasia. Last time I did it, the mother kitty was starting to get old. I found the litter. She looked at me..I said..take one..she did. And another..and she did. So she raised two kitties out of that litter. The litter I took to Hobart had distinctive white patches on them…and after a few years, all the cats in Hobart seemed to have …these distinctive white patches. Guess the pet shop had some buyers after all..