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When Bonnie's kittens were a few weeks old we took their basket outside so she and they could get some of the nice July sun. Bonnie lay down and just watched as the fun commenced.
The kittens clambered over the front of the basket and tried to go in all sorts of directions but were so excited by all the newness that they didn't quite have control over their legs. Well, Bonnie stood up to go over to them but Radar got there first. [Radar was a black mongrel of medium size and a very gentle girl. She belonged to our next door neighbours and she had met the kittens within hours of their birth and popped in to see them almost every day.] This business of the kittens being on the grass was just too much for Radar. She got into an absolute panic and franticly tried to lick the kittens back into their basket. She would get two or three in but never all four at once. She never tried to pick them up she just used her tongue. Bonnie lay back down and kept an eye on the proceedings with no intention of interfering, she probably didn't want to get licked by Radar!
After a few minutes we humans rescued Radar from the marauding kittens and took them back inside. Bonnie gave Radar a quiet meow and came in too. It was as if she was saying thanks for giving the kits their bath. Poor Radar never could keep our menaces under control and just gave up trying after a while. They ran rings round, over and on top of her and she just took it all with not a murmur, she did get in the odd lick though. Once they became young cats they got fed up with getting washed by her and gave up playing with her but it was fun while it lasted. Maybe another time I'll tell the tale of Penny [Radar's puppy] and her game with the cats.
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