OH, I DON’T KNOW. I DON’T KNOW WHERE THOSE KITTENS ARE. I’M STARTING TO THINK SHE’S NEVER GOING TO HAVE THEM.
Seriously, I have no idea. I’ve been waking up just about every hour for the last three nights to check on her, and nothing. She spends most of her time sleeping on the Ham-mick, eating, and using the litter box. She checked out the crate a few times, dug a nest in the back of it, and then went back to the Ham-mick. Yesterday morning she climbed into my lap for a while.
She’ll have ’em when she has ’em, and I have ZERO clue when that will be. I never expected we’d still be waiting! Of course, 4 years ago we were waiting for Maggie to have her babies, and she didn’t have them for another two days. SIGH.
2014: No entry.
2013: “You are being a very bad babysitter, lady.”
2012: They are so SHARP, those tiny little teeth!
2011: I think she’s got a moose herd in there.
2010: “Well, goodness me, no,” says Reacher. “I am but an innocent passer-by who prefers not to get involved.”
2009: I weighed the kittens yesterday.
2008: No entry.
2007: No entry.
2006: No entry.
2005: No entry.