I had my old male cat euthanized, but I still have my one-year-old cat. I had no plans of getting another cat, yet one morning while driving, I heard Bast say, “[My cat] wants to be a momma! Give her a baby!”
“What?” I thought.
Then up ahead, I saw an old man sitting on the side of the road with a “FREE KITTENS” sign. Suddenly it was like I was not in control of myself and I was possessed. I pulled my car over and got out. The man smiled and showed me the kittens: three tabbies and a black cat.
The fuck am I doing? I thought. I had not planned this.
The old man told me a cat had kittens on his porch, then ran off and never came back. He had bottle-fed the kittens himself. Still not fully in control of myself, I reached in and grabbed one of the tabbies and took her home.
The fuck am I doing? I heard Bast laughing. Damn it, Bast. She possessed me and made me get a kitten. When I brought the kitten inside, my adult cat sniffed her and followed her around for a bit. She immediately decided that this kitten was her baby now. She grabbed her by the scruff, dragged her around a bit, and began cleaning her. The kitten was really dirty and needed it. Kitten didn’t like being groomed by a strange cat. She tried to run away, but adult cat held her down with her paws. Kitten flailed about and yowled loudly. Adult cat cleaned between her toes, inside her ears, etc.
Adult cat is never more than a few steps away. She cleans the kitten, plays with her, snuggles her, etc. Kitten follows adult cat around and imitates whatever she’s doing.
So. Bast found a kitten that never had a mom and used me to pair her up with an adult cat that wanted a baby. Bast is watching over all the cats and making humans tend to them. Or at least me.