One evening my daughter shouted, “Mom, she has something in her mouth again!”
To my shock, our tabby cat Marsa was carrying a tiny black puppy into the yard. In a basket nearby lay four more newborns, eyes still shut, as Marsa curled protectively around them.
Soon after, a policeman arrived with our neighbor, Mrs. Miller. The puppies’ mother had died, leaving her litter behind. Marsa had been spotted rescuing them—carrying each one to us, one by one.
At first, I panicked. But seeing the way Marsa purred and tucked them close, Mrs. Miller nodded. “They’re better off here.”
And so, our cat became a mother again—this time to five orphaned pups.
