Pudd had four kittens that first time. They were born on the floor of the little clothes closet in our bedroom next to our bed. Pudd soon moved them downstairs to the dining room where the action was. When it was time to nurse, Pudd would call her kittens to her with a special call, a sotto voce purr/gurr. They would come running and snuggle up for the evening meal. But one evening, one of the kittens did not heed Pudd's call. Pudd removed herself from her litter, sauntered over to the disobedient kitten, picked her up by the scruff of the neck, carried her up the 16 stairs and down the hallway into the closet where the kitten had been born several weeks earlier, plunked the kitten down, sat on top of her kitten, and after 20 minutes, picked the kitten up by the scruff of the neck, carried her down the 16 stairs back to the dining room, placed her in the feeding basket, called the three obedient kittens to the basket, and fed all four kittens their evening nursing.