Last July we had a bad situation where our rescue group intervened. An old man was doing his best to take care of a mess of cats but he was dying of cancer. His nephew called us up and we trapped over 2 dozen adults and kittens. I ended up with a female who was nursing two(!) litters, two weeks in age apart.
The youngest ones were less than 24 hours old. They still had the umbilical cords attached; one was wrapped around the leg. They were all tangled together; they look like they were born all at once, instead of one at a time.
There were three older ones and four tiny ones. Within a week, I lost two of the tiny ones. One of the older ones died of kidney failure at 9 weeks. The younger litter, and Dax, the momcat, were very polydactyl. Screech and Bailey were both 7-7-6-6 on the front and back, almost a record!
Here they are.
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