My parents' home is at the end of a dead end street, and when and where I grew up, it was not common to spay and neuter, and the solution for suddenly pregnant cats was to drop them off at the end of a dead end street. I've had cats have kittens in my closet, behind my bed, under my bed, in every single one of my dresser drawers, and
on my bed. I was in it it for one or two of the on-my-bed ones. I had one have kittens literally under my feet as I was writing an essay for school - I was probably 13 at the time. That one not only wanted me there with my feet where she could touch them, she wanted her brother in the box with her. He helped her deliver and raise the kittens
