Mem was the very first cat I trapped. She’s the mother of at least Spice and Ginger, and how many others? I’m not sure. There were nine babies during that time. I took Frances and Amber to be Mem’s sisters. Certainly they cooperated and shared the responsibility of looking after the babies. Little Phoebe looked just like Frances. Amber seemed too sickly for having kittens. It was Mem who was the least frightened and with the greatest visibility; she appeared to be mom to all the little kitties.
My Mom had just read the Van De Wetering book called The Rattle-Rat
