The tortoiseshell that adopted me and my mom had her kitten about two weeks ago!
Weeks before, when she was still pregnant, I dismantled my backyard stove to make a house for her, complete with an old wood plank I used as a carry-around desk for years. I covered it with plastic while the walls were the cinder blocks from my yard stove.
I even put an old wood piece to elevate the basket she slept in as a kitten when she was still invited on our porch. This little hobgoblin decided to move her kitty to rest under my dad's lillies! In the front yard! Mom planted these next to our porch trough.
About three days ago, on a piece of abandoned washcloth and under broad leaves, is my tortie pal's kid! So we looked for a piece of board (the one making the roof for the backyard hut wasn't long enough) that could make a lean-to. The only one I found was too narrow but I lined it with new plastic.
When I looked under the leaves again, the kitten wasn't on the washcloth. After some more digging, my tortoiseshell moved her kitten under the thin plank! You mean to tell me I made you a beautiful hut, complete with concrete block walls and a thicker wood roof for the lean-to under the lillies?
