Kitten Updates

On Thursday April 30, 2009 our cat had kittens. Who doesn’t like kittens? (don’t answer that – I know some of you don’t and I’d have to shoot you my mean eyes if you said you didn’t)

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Day 24:

No sure how so many days got past me without photos. The funny thing is that I am with them a lot. The kids and I get a big giggle out of watching their antics. They come to the edge when they see us.


This one is the runt. Still has that startled look all of the time. So sweet.


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This one is always getting out. (Look at those CRAZY whiskers!!)




This one is my friend ;0) Always stomps over the other ones to get to the edge when I come in the room.

The fourth one nurses all of the time (just like my kids did) so it’s never easy to get a photo of it.


Mama – trying really hard to be patient with me…

Day 14:

The wrestling has commenced. Rolling around on each other, cleaning themselves. It’s harder to capture their cuteness in a photo now. Will have to start videotaping more.



Day 13:

One of the orange kittens keeps crawling to the corner of the box and hanging out like this (planning its escape, I suppose):



Day 12:

All of the kittens have their eyes open. And now, they all hiss at me when I rub them. Baby kitten hisses are the funniest thing! I’ve also noticed them trying to clean themselves. I sense crazy kitten antics coming on soon.


Day 10:

This gray one is the runt. So sweet and smaller than its chubby siblings.


This one has one eye that is opened well. Still waiting to see the other one.

Look at those claws.


Day 9:

I have to keep reminding myself that mama is still a kitten herself. She’d like some attention too.


Day 8:

I’m amazed at the changes in just one week. They are really pluming up, esp. the orange ones. (Abbie won’t let me call them fat. They are “chubby”)

Mama keeps taking them and placing them under the bed. Not sure if I should move their basket under there and let her keep them there, or encourage her to keep them out from under the bed.

Eyelids are beginning to separate.


This gray one always manages to be the one in the best position for photographing:



Day 7:

Dreaming of nursing?


Day 6:



Day 5:


Day 4:

(they are just sort of laying there until around 1:00 – feel free to fast forward to that part)

(they usually get a bit more vocal and excited when she comes back into the box. this is a mellow version of it)

Day 3:


(I think this gray one is my favorite. It has the cutest markings on its face)


(I was mean and took this one while it was nursing… [sorry, baby])

Day 2:



(the gray one passed on last night – so sad…)

Day 1:


(still slightly damp)


(this photo is before all were born – one more orange one was later born)

Seeing God in a Basket

A couple of months ago, our cat (kitten, really) got outside and was gone overnight . We had not yet had a chance to have her spayed and were concerned that we would end up with a litter of kittens. We confirmed her pregnancy one day when she rolled over to have her tummy rubbed.

As her discomfort progressed and her “talking” increased, we knew that it was imminent and we found ourselves looking forward to, hopefully, getting to experience the birth of the kittens.


In spite of the basket we had prepared for her, yesterday she decided to birth under my daughter’s bed.


She had already had 3 by the time we realized she was missing.


6 hours later, she had delivered 6 kittens (only one didn’t make it) and had managed to get them and herself all cleaned up and relaxing.


The only drama was when this orange one was delivered. We think she must have delivered the first three so quickly and couldn’t keep up with all that was required. The orange one was still in its sac and she had moved on to delivering and cleaning a different one. My dad removed the sac and I cut the cord after it was apparent that at that moment she had no interest or ability to work on it at that time.


But she soon took to it and was nursing them all.


She is a good mama. And watching her maternal instinct kick in and the care and gentleness she shows her little ones softens my heart to all of the ugliness in the world around me.


Once again, I am reminded that there is hope and that life is a gift.



One year ago, today, I was writing about Capturing Motherhood in a Photo.

Two years ago, today, I was wondering What More Could We Possibly Need.

And three years ago, today, I must have been doing something really cool, like spending the day at the spa. Or changing diapers.