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Cat math
May 18, 2007Our girl cat out at the farm -- Pinky -- started hanging around the front door of the house several months ago.
Used to, she'd run at the first sound of a human.
"She sure is getting friendly," I told my pop.
He replied: "She sure is getting friendly with somebody. She's pregnant."
I asked him, innocently, if we had another cat out at the farm that I didn't know about.
You see, the only other boy cat out there is Blackie.
Her brother.
Pop quickly explained to me that "that" didn't matter to cats.
"That," meaning incest.
Ewwww.
***
Fast forward three months. Pinky and Blackie's offspring are born, the cutest four kittens you've ever seen.
One is black tiger striped like his father. One is black and tan, and two are yellow.
"Those two yellow ones look like Fred," I told my pop.
Fred was Pinky and Blackie's father.
"Well, they should look like him," Pop said. "He's their double grandfather."
Ewwww.
***
I told my dad the other night that we needed to get Pinky, Blackie and the four tots fixed.
That we didn't need an overpopulation of cats out at the farm.
He explained that six cats weren't too much, that we needed them to catch snakes, mice, etc.
But that's not the point, I wanted to tell him.
It's not the number I'm concerned about.
It's the inbreeding.
Ewwww.
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