On my street, we have two stray cats that we all take care of. One cat called Cashmere, she is seriously the sweetest cat, lovable, and very friendly to people. There’s also another cat, whom we call fat kat. Fat kat is the complete opposite of Cashmere, mean, a bully, stole Cashmere’s food, and she didn’t like people. She only started warming up to me a couple weeks ago. Yesterday fat kat was acting very different, walking weird and she wouldn’t let anyone come near her. We couldn’t figure out why. An hour before I got off of work I received a call from my neighbor, fat kat had given birth to 3 kittens, they were all dead. As soon as I got home I went to fat kat, she was wet and bloody and so tired. There was nothing I could do other than sit there and pet her. Suddenly it had all made sense why she was stealing food and why she was so big. She was taking care of her family, and in the end it still didn’t help. I don’t really know why I’m blogging this, it was really upsetting to me, I love animals. But if you would’ve seen how devastated she was, you’d understand.