Eleanor, my baby and runt of her liter, was recently impregnated. She went into an early birth and had six kittens, one of which was a stillborn. Another died of deformation an hour after birth. The rest of the kittens were small, but healthy.
Eleanor's sister, Tigerlily, was like the midwife and did everything she could to protect the remaining kittens. They even moved them into the corner of my room, a place my cats hate. When I go to check on them, the runt is dead. That wasn't very surprising since Tigerlily continually dragged her away from Eleanor, no matter what I did.
The next day, I check on them and find two kittens left in pools of blood. Naturally, being a dog-hater, I blamed it on the dogs. With one remaining kitten, I made sure he was comfortable and safe. I locked the cats and kitten in my room with all the necessary supplies. When I checked on them, Tigerlily is retracting her claws in and out of the baby's stomach. I take her away from him because she scratched him.
Someone opened the door, letting her in. I check on the baby and Eleanor him, cold and bloodied around the mouth, dead by my door. Tigerlily just looks at me like she's presented me with a gift.
What is wrong with her? She was their aunt. Why would she kill her own sister's children? I'll never know the answer, but I do know that I should really watch out for Tigerlily.