So, mama cat's off to the vet since I can't figure out if she's got more than two kittens in her and she's all flusticated regarding her kitties. That latter bit I expect will sort, but she's demanded my personal presence with direct physical contact since some time this morning. The two kittens that are out, she's not entirely sure what to do with ( Read more... )

Kitten number two just arrived. I hear mew, look down where I've only just set the box back on the floor, and mama cat is spinning in circles mffffing back at her kitten, who's half out and... pop! Kitten! Happiness ( Read more... )

Because I might forget: If there aren't kittens by dawn, my vet's assistant friend says, "Get cat to the vet."

C'mon mama cat, if you don't stop washing my arm, you're gonna break skin.

EDIT:1) Despite my deep desire to not be waken at four AM by the kittening process, I may not squeeze the cat like toothpaste ( Read more... )

The pregnant cat on my lap had her water break around 4:10. She’d dropped her mucus plug in the closet where the initial box was set up in the closet of the bedroom of the folks I’m working with - and then, shunning the box, she broke her water next to the sleeping person. T’other person cleaned the mess since this is my downtime, and brought kitty ( Read more... )