You would think with over forty years of loving and having cats that I could tell the difference between male and female. Well, I was not the only one to do so. Last May or June, we took in two kittens to live in our barn. They were brother and sister, Buster and Sissy (also called Sheila). I guess they were about 6-8 weeks old. We were told that the "boy" was a boy, and the other a girl. The kittens were very shy so they didn't let us handle them for quite a while, and to "check" them out was almost impossible. When I did, it looked like they were the same in back, and yes it looked like they had the telltale male parts. So, I started thinking Sissy was a male. Now, I know you're thinking she's got to be nuts, she's had cats for years. But, in self defense, the last girl cat that I had was Chloe who died in 2000. Since then, being a staunch supporter of spaying and neutering, we've only had neutered male cats.
On August 8th, the barn cats came to live in the house because hubby bought 100 new chicks! Yikes! Around the middle of September, I started thinking that Buster must have worms because he was getting fat and hard around his middle. Never in my wildest dreams, would I have thought we'd have the surprise that Mr. Boo and I found 3 Sunday nights ago. We heard a kitten cry. Looking around, we found a very cold kitten in our kitchen cabinet (no dishes in this one). I took him out and tried to show him to Sissy and she wouldn't have anything to do with it. Buster, was apparently its mama. So, Buster is actually a girl.! The kitten didn't make it through the night. I'm still in denial, and still can't stop thinking of "him" as "her". He was so young to have gone through this.
I started looking at Sissy again, and she was also pregnant. She got fatter and fatter. Last Thursday night about 10:20 she had her first kitten. By 11:30, she had four little bundles of warm fur, crawling and eating. They're doing great and she is a very proud mama. I'll try to get some photos of them and upload them. The kittens are all very dark, as the mother is a silver/black tabby. One has a tiny streak of orange on its head. We're not sure who the father is, but the only cats we've seen are about a mile down the road and they are all black and white. We're thinking of asking our neighbor for child support, he he he.
We were so clueless, thinking that both of them were too young. They only left the barn on a few occasions, but apparently they were at the right time. So, the story of they're never too young to spay or neuter them is definitely true in our case.