Years ago, when I lived in a Houston suburb, my daughter brought home a sweet, female tabby cat with blue eyes from the Swim Club. The following week, my other daughter brought home a large, lanky, Siamese cat from the 7-11.
My husband pitched a fit and prevailed upon me to give one of the cats to my neighbor for his co-worker who was suffering the loss of her cat. The blue-eyed tabby was chosen. He was to pick her up the next day.
While working at my sewing machine, I heard a sound under my feet. I looked down, and that blue-eyed tabby had given birth to 2 kittens. She hadn't even looked pregnant.
The next day, my neighbor came over to pick up his cat, and I told him that he couldn't take her yet -- she'd just had kittens and he'd have to wait 6 weeks, or he'd have to take the whole family.
"No," he replied, "I'll just take THAT one," pointing at my big, male Siamese. My mouth dropped open, speechless, and my husband handed over my favorite cat!
That sweet, blue eyed tabby gave birth to one "Siamese" and one solid black kitten under my sewing machine. We kept the Siamese looking one, and we owned the tabby for many years. However, she had wanderlust and was only sweet and affectionate when she was pregnant. Otherwise, she was aloof and arrogant and absent a lot. When she was cuddly and nice, we knew there were kittens coming.
Thanks for sharing your story.
I am not a “cat lover”, but seem to have always had them, except for five years in Europe.
In the Philippines I have been deluged with them, now watching some feeding off of my leftover dinner.