I suppose it is pretty obvious what this Bengal cat mother is saying to her offspring. It will be the same sort of words and sounds that a human uses to reassure her young child.
It must be about providing reassurances to her kittens. The mother makes a trilling sound the kitten makes a faint kittenish meow.
The mother adds to the reassurance she provides by making physical contact as well. Nuzzling her kitten and touching him with her paw.
There is a great similarity with human behaviour. People who don’t like cats should recognise that. It may stop them mistreating cats.
“Are you alright?”
Mother makes baby noises.
Kitten
“I want to get out of here and explore”
Mother
“Yes, dear” (while ignoring the request)
Kitten
“I wanna get out”
Mother ignores request but is happy about the safety and welfare of her kittens.
Associated: cat giving birth.
Not really sure what you mean Caroline.
I described a situation that happens, more than I like, where a mother cat will just abandon her babies rather than safe-guarding them in times of peril.
I have no explanation for this but wonder if a mother cat’s instinct to protect her babies declines after having litter after litter.
I think you see the same behaviour in women in places like Africa. When there is a drought and people start to starve the most vulnerable die first, namely the infants. The mothers don’t sacrifice themselves for the sake of their children. When push comes to shove the kid dies first. Pure natural survival instinct.
Eva, thanks for that. I think the kittens want to explore (typical) but mother isn’t particularly interested in letting them probably for safety reasons.
If you have some interesting stories or personal tips about raising cats, I’d like to hear them. Perhaps we could make them into an article.
It appears that Mommy Cat wants her kittens out of the box. Maybe a bit of assistance from human parent would be so appreciated by Mommy Cat!I have raised cats for 30-years, of every sort.Love them.Meow*
Dee, I certainly respect you and what you do for those colonies of ferals. Not many can handle such a job, with the love and compassion you show. Yet I do not understand why you describe the mother this way, especially when you are observing, painfully, the suffering that these cats go through.
Please say more, so that I can understand more keenly?
Interesting (but sad) observation, Dee. The abandonment may have been partly owing to inadequate food and shelter – i.e., both mother and offspring may have been pushed to the limit.(?)
Another possible explanation – you know anatomical stuff, I don’t – but maybe it’s an undersized amygdala, or underdeveloped neural pathways. Scientists are saying that the SIZE of the amygdala determines the degree of compassion.
Women can be poor mothers, too. One from the past: ‘Jennie,’ Winston Churchhill’s Ali McGraw lookalike mother, who didn’t enjoy spending much time with her little son.
Women friends have often told me they didn’t care for infants before they had their own. To me, human babies are vaguely – well, not alarming, but slightly…can’t think of the word here. Which makes me suspect half of my amygdala is puny, and the other half hypertrophied – the half that targets the animal kingdom.
My fur-kids were my sun & moon with the stars thrown in. Did they fascinate me? No. I could never sit and watch their cute antics for very long and feel fulfilled. But my love for them was excruciating.
Nor are my maternal instincts confined to animals that wag their tails or purr. I have a rooted affection for my four pet spiders (each the size of a pea), and take great care to keep them fed. For spiders, they’re old as the hills. Have mothered them for three years and more, and they’re still going strong. Each gets a fly every week (a challenge during the winter, when you can stand outside for an hour, swatter in hand, looking for flies sunning themselves, poor things).
The same goes for rodents & garter snakes and –the list goes on. Last month I was walking down a cobblestone alley near Seattle’s waterfront, an area with quaint shops, when all of sudden I smelled a rat. An enticing aroma? Not objectively so. Rather sickly sweet. But I had an instant uterine twinge – a maternal sensation – because the smell made me remember my two little girls from years ago. The same with pig manure. No — it’s not Chanel No. 5, but anyone with half a heart who smells it feels a surge of affection for these lovable folks.
But have never seen a neglectful cat mother, and was shaken by your description.