Standing in my living room, talking on the phone, with the TV on, I thought I heard mewwwing noises. I hung up, turned off the TV, and called the family in to listen quietly….meeeew. meeeew. Unmistakable. There are kittens somewhere under the house. We bundled up, and sent Nog (he is the smallest) under the house with a beam and our best wishes. Nuthin. I went in, couldn’t even see a way for a feral cat to have gotten under our house. Now, the surface under our place is what i envision the surface of the moon to be, rocky, muddy, and partially covered by a plastic vapor barrier. (I say partially, because, over the years, it has been wadded up in places to look for standing water)
No baby cats. And not a peep since then. Its been an hour. Is it possible for an entire family to collectively go nuts?