When I call “Kitty kitty kitty” for my cats, if there are any deer around, they perk up their ears and start walking towards me as well...Very Large Kitties.
A doe used to lick down one of my cats when he was small, she loved him and boy did he love those lickdowns! The doe even taught her fawn to lick down the cat. It was a sight to see. Once I was walking out in the back with the cats, they saw a small herd of deer walking nearby, and Tiger, the lickdown one, meowed and starting running towards the deer. His “meow” sounded like “Mama”!
Of course, I’ve seen a doe stomp on one of my cats, too - they’re nervous as witches when their fawns are about born and young.
A doe used to lick down one of my cats when he was small, she loved him and boy did he love those lickdowns! The doe even taught her fawn to lick down the cat. It was a sight to see. Once I was walking out in the back with the cats, they saw a small herd of deer walking nearby, and Tiger, the lickdown one, meowed and starting running towards the deer. His “meow” sounded like “Mama”!<<<
I think that is all that any of us want, a little loving, and caring.
I had a kitten that thought a duck was his mother.
And once I went to Laura Killman’s, to buy geese, she was in the barn teaching a 4-H class how to skin / dress a sheep.
She had forgotten a knife and asked if I would go to the house and get it for her.
Yes, I was glad to help.
“The knife is on the counter, just inside the door, and would you mind lifting that banty hen and making sure she is not sitting on the kittens again, she will be in the planter bed by the door?”
I of course was sure she was pulling my leg and joking with me.
The knife was as she said and so was a banty hen.
A pecky old broody hen, I picked her up and there were about 6 week old kittens under her.
She didn’t have any chicks to mother, so she would steal the kittens and sit on them.
Guess love is where you find it.