I can haz kittehz?
So… here’s what happened.
For the last couple of years, I’ve been in the habit of sleeping in a sleeping bag in my bed, because my husband Matt is an unrepentant cover hog. And since we took our cat Gussie in, she’s been in the habit of waking me up around 3 or 4 in the morning to climb inside the sleeping bag with me, snuggling up and napping until it’s time for me to get up.
Well, this morning it was the same routine… sort of. She hopped on the bed around 4, nuzzled me till I woke up and let her in “the cave” and then curled up and started purring like she was going to sleep.
Then at 4:30, she started meowing rather loudly. I thought, “hey, maybe she just wants some attention,” so I started patting her and trying to calm her down. A little before 5, she went into full volume, so loud she even woke the kids up.
Long story short, she gave birth to four kittens, right there on the sleeping bag. I helped her clean them up, and cut the umbilical cords. There are three tabbies and a black kitten, who are now all living in a small laundry basket in my pantry. I just went out to the store to buy a disposable camera, so I’ll post pictures when the roll is full and I’ve gotten them developed.








