My cat of just over 7 years passed last week. I'm determined to meet her when I go up. When she realized she was going to deliver and wanted a safe place for her and them, she ripped open my basement window screen and chose a safe spot in my basement. At some point when I realized what was going on, I began delivering water and food twice each day. In a short amount of time, I heard a lot of little feet running back and forth throughout the day. The kittens played all day. Then, one day, there were only 2 sets of paws playing each day. Then there were no paws playing. It turned out the mother had one white kitten, which she knew she couldn't take, so to keep her alive and happy, she left her for me. What a delightful personality this cat had. I took her upstairs and had her for a wonderful 7+ years. To the Cat Mom of Bella: Thank you for gifting me. Bella was one of the best presents I've ever had.