All my childhood I remember having the best cat. She was a beautiful, sweet tempered Calico, with the most beautiful markings. Not only was she a great cat, but she was very smart too. She always brought us gifts from the fields and sometimes left them in our shoes. Sometimes it would be a lizard, but most of the time it was a dead mouse. She also got around with every other cat in the neighborhood. My mom would call her a little promiscuous cat. It sure seemed like she was always pregnant or tending to little ones. One of her litters included a few orange striped kittens. They were very cute, as are all kittens.
At this time one of my "Aunts" and her daughter and kids, that must have been single at this time, was living with us. I never did call this daughter my cousins. She was much older than I was and had some bratty little kids, with ratty looking hair, and bugger noses.
One of these bratty little kids, probably 3 years old, found some of my moms sharp Gingher scissors, and decided to cut off one of the baby kitten's tails. We came home from somewhere and found a bloody stump at the bottom of one of these kitten's tails. I don't recall her getting in trouble or scolded. She was too small to say much. But I do remember not liking her for it. This was a start of a bad living situation. What kind of a child goes and cuts a tail of an animal off. Poor kitten. I don't recall if it lived or died, I just remembering how could this little brat do such a thing.
Living with kids from different home styles is not easy, and then adding in their own kids and a cat. We had enough going on with my dad marrying two other ladies, and then them living with us, and then their own kids living with us, and then some of their gran kids too. Busy household.