Next morning I didn't think much about her. I went out to take care of my chores and a bit of business.
In the afternoon, I looked out my window to see how she was doing. She was sneaking, moving quietly checking out the backyard. When she saw me, she raced back into the box. Well, o.k. All I did was give her a box. She didn't have to be nice to me. I went out again. It was an early evening that day when I came back and heard her crying a mean, angry "ooowwww‚" in the backyard. I tried not to make a sound when I pulled on my window to peek out. She was angry at the world. She was all alone and hungry. I could see she gave birth, her belly was shrunken. I was a lot larger than she was and I was looking down from high out of my window. What can she do to me? I felt threatened by her because she was so mad at, not anyone or anything in particular but generally at the world. She was mad at the situation she found herself in. I "me"ed to her in a gentle voice with a good eye contact. Saying "me" is a friendly hello in cat talk, I call "catlish." I repeated it a few times. First she ignored me but after a few minuets she made up her mind and dashed over to just below my window. She shouted at me. Angry call and a demand. I didn't understand what she wanted of me. She didn't go away or give up. She kept shouting at me, looking straight in my eyes.
She gave birth so, I figured she would be tired. That much is obvious. Maybe, she was hungry. She needed to feed her litter, too. I went out, didn't say a thing to her. I just left, leaving her alone. It took me a good 10 minuets to get back. She was quiet then but when she saw me sticking my head out the window, she dashed over, looking up at me. Yes, I think I guessed right. I opened a can of cat food and placed it in a paper plate and lowered it out the window to her. She ate it up, going "wow, wow." Things went on like that for a week. She is demanding, almost angry. That angry disposition didn't subside. I think she wanted what's going to keep going so, she kept everything to be the same. I didn't want her to feel out of control. So, I, too, kept going.