Some of you have read about my two semi-feral kitties from time to time. Spouse named the mama cat Maggie and her son, Mikey. Maggie was only about 6 months old when I was first told about her. At the time, she was living under a shed here in my neighborhood. That's where she bore her first litter of kittens. We don't know for sure how many she had, but there was one sighting of her walking down the sidewalk with four little carbon copies of herself in tow. Sadly, three of those kittens did not survive. The one who did, became his mom's shadow and closest companion.
One of our neighbors put out food for Maggie and her boy, and promised to always feed them. She also promised to make sure Maggie was spayed. I offered her the use of my humane trap but she asssured me she had one. I remember telling her Maggie could become pregnant again even while nursing her remaining kitten, but she said she would not let that happen. Since I had more than enough to deal with here, cat-wise, I let it be her responsibility. That was a decision I soon regretted. Before we knew it, Maggie was pregnant again and in hiding. By that time, the neighbor who had the shed which had been Maggie's home, had closed the openings under it and I didn't know where she went. Another neighbor built a small shelter house for Maggie, but we don't know if she actually used it.
I worried about Maggie and Mikey all year. They would disappear, re-appear for a day or so, then go back into hiding, but we finally saw her new kittens. Again, there were four, but apparently none of them survived. I searched for days and tromped around in the woods behind our homes, hoping to find the place where Maggie had hidden them. I never found any evidence of kittens. I'd only seen them once before I received a call that two of them had met their fate with cars - on the same morning. Sadly, I retrieved them and buried them. I never found the other two. Maggie and Mikey continued to stay together and I continued to worry.