One year Little Bit, Babe, and Babe's little sister Fluffy all had kittens within about two weeks—five each, all white. They first laid the babies under the bushes beside the carport.
When Mama M looked out the den window soon afterward, however, she realized that the three cats had moved their litters to hide them under the hosta bushes that lined the kitchen wall in the back yard. Fluffy's kittens were near the back porch, Little Bit's were in the middle, and Babe's were near the side corner.
And sitting in front of the hosta patch, spaced like their litters, were Fluffy, Little Bit, and Babe. The three white cats were staring in one direction, the cold, "don't you dare come near" stares that only cats can muster. They were all looking at a male cat sitting at the edge of the garden on a hill above the back yard.
The tom didn't hesitate long before turning tail and running.
The mother cats had learned the benefit of joint forces.
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