
The early years of our time with Kandinsky. (Affectionately known as Fat Cat. She's really not fat though.)
She was abandoned as a kitten-cat at Glasgow Dog & Cat Home, along with another cat presumed to be a brother.
We took her home and fed her tuna and chicken as she wouldn't eat at first. She also growled when you stroked her or when she was eating (which made me laugh a LOT as is sounded like she was saying 'yum yum yum' as she ate). And she walked with a cowboy swagger and farted rather a lot.
About a month or so after we got her I woke in the night to the sound of squeaking from the wardrobe. I wasn't sure if she had maybe caught a mouse... but a little bit of me thought 'no! surely she hasn't...'
But she had - There were kittens in the bottom of my wardrobe. And she'd chosen my black concert jacket to give birth on (fallen off the hanger).
Unfortunately she was too young to have kittens and they were all premature. Also one kitten wouldn't come out so she had to go in for an emergency operation to remove it along with her womb.
She then proceeded to hamper all efforts to look after the kittens, by hiding them at all possible opportunities under furniture.
Sadly her kittens all died - we weren't able to keep them warm enough.