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[badgerpup]

About a year or so back, a DU'er posted about how one of the things he did for his cat would be to carry him around the house while singing to him, over and over, "The baby kitty...the baby kitty..."

Thought that was sweet...and it stuck in my mind. So much so, that I found myself singing (but probably with a different melody) to my own Baby Kitty at the time- MacFeegle.
Feegle enjoyed it, but then Feegle enjoyed LIFE...his attitude was "Bring it on!"...but in a very positive, happy, playful context.
Fearless, joyful, and loving...that was my Feegle-cat.

He went to the Bridge very suddenly when he was about 18 months old...and his baby brudder Wimsey was heartbroken.
You can't replace a loved companion...but you can sort of help fill the void so they'll feel less lonely.
My neighbor's cat was pregnant ("I want her to have just one litter so she can experience it!" :banghead: ).
I said I'd take one of the kittens if there was a black male. One was...and here's where you all get to laugh.
I believe that sometimes animals will return when they've been so strongly a member of a family. MacFeegle had only had 18 months, but maybe that was enough...and I had this hope that he'd be able to catch this particular 'bus' (the as-yet unborn kitten) to come back.

I went to see them when they were about 3 days old. I wanted the little guy to be familiar with my scent and sound so that when he came to live with us, not everything would be strange to him. Mama-Kitty was friendly with me and didn't have a problem with me holding this tiny little mewling boy of hers. His eyes weren't open, of course...but his lungs worked just fine.
"MEEEEEEUUWWW!" mff mmf MEEEEEUUUWWWW!" I gave him back to Mama, because she was getting a bit nervous, even though she was right there and could see I wasn't hurting her baby.

Two days later I came over again to hold the little guy. Same as before..."MMEEEEEUUWWWW!"
I don't know what prompted me, but I started to sing Feegle's song to him, very softly. "The baby kitty...the baby kitty..."
HE...STOPPED...CRYING. :wow:
His legs were wobbly, and he couldn't quite hold his head up yet and his eyes were still closed, but he started sniffing my hand.
I held him close to my chest (so he could hear/feel my heart...thought that a heartbeat might reassure him) and he made an attempt to snuggle.

This little boy became Finnegan. He's himself. He's not the reincarnation of MacFeegle...but Wimsey was glad to have a baby brudder. I'm glad to have him on his own account...and I still sing 'The baby kitty' to him.