Remember Clara Belle, the cat I gave away and four days later she returned home, came throught the dog door and waited for breakfast on the kitchen table? Well, tonight she jumped up on the love seat in the kitchen, let out a sharp meow, and promptly dropped a kitten. We are up to three so far. And I have to tell you, kitten number one is vocal and the cutest little spotted thing you ever saw. Bet she did THAT on purpose. Check them out!
Wendy, (the dog), is the midwife. And she is very protective of the babies. Neither Big Head Todd or any of the cats are allowed within three feet of this love-seat. Check out my personal favorite...the spotted one!
Let's hope three is a charm. Now you know why my house smells like arm pit at times. Birth has this, well, shall we say, odor. The husband is running around lighting good smelling candles and retreating to the farthest room in the house. I am making a mental note to call Service Master first thing Monday. Might as well have the carpets done too. It is time for Spring Cleaning anyway, right? Um, anyone want a kitten?