It was late, past my bedtime and I'd somehow gotten lured back to the computer, found one last email that I typed off a response to, and then went to the bathroom. We have the primary litter box for our cats in there, and Skittles has been really pestering Buttons lately. I could hear something banging, so I went to check it out.
Skittles had been bugging her so much that she'd gone into the litter box, the kind with a cover, and given birth to her first kitten in this litter.
Some of you guys will recall that Buttons lost all three of her kittens back in February. Breech birth, stillborn.
I'm happy to report that all four wriggling, squeaking wonders are doing fine, now ranging from 9-6 hours old, and I'm going back to bed.
The first two are being called Stuart (not because he was born in a litter box) and Russel. Now I have to think of names for the other two.
And seriously, Stuart's post is way better than mine today. First time for everything.
Child's Letter To God