One more cat thing to round out the week: when I got home yesterday, the kittens had been moved again. They had already been moved from one closet to another a couple days ago, but now it appeared Lucy had taken them out of the bedroom completely. I searched likely spots throughout the house, finally coming down to the basement. I walked into the band room and found kittens all over the place!

The gray kitten and one of the ginger cats were crawling through the room, mewling and generally getting dangerously close to crates full of dusty cables. Lucy had set up shop behind my bass amp, NOT on the nice rug, NOT on the comfy blanket I put on the floor, but on the cold, paint-spattered cement floor. There was no way to corral the kittens, who were busy making themselves scarce under the reel-to-reel. The ginger cat somehow started climbing up the metal grill of my bass amp and got halfway up before I noticed. Even Lucy looked like she regretted her decision.

Mother cats move their litters for a variety of reasons. She may have felt the closet was too exposed to potential predators, she may have decided we were futzing with the kittens too much, she may have just been too hot in there and wanted to lie on the cold cement floor of the cellar. But most of all the experience reminded me that cats largely run on autopilot.

There really isn't any other place for these kittens to go except our bedroom or the room directly adjacent to it. So two by two I brought the kittens back upstairs. Lucy followed and I tried to somehow prove it was a safe place. But she stuck her head into the closet and plucked out the calico kitten in her jaws. She walked towards the door, which was now closed. Along the way she passed her food dish. Suddenly, she put the kitten on the floor and just started eating. After a minute, she got back on track and picked up the kitten again. She walked to the door, and finding it closed, dropped the kitten and went back to the food bowl. The kitten sat there, looking around patiently. Then Lucy just strode over to the closet, went inside, laid down and started nursing the other 3 kittens. The calico was still sitting halfway across the room.

So thus, I realized that cats are largely a bundle of instinctive behaviors and not necessarily the caring and thoughtful mothers we want to believe they are. As of 8AM they were still in the closet but who knows where they'll be when I get home. I am hoping they can be relocated to the room next to our bedroom, it's the room we use the least, except as pass-through to the other rooms, we just have to put some barriers up so the kittens don't spill out.