This time I’m not talking about a horse.
A few weeks ago, when I made the appointment to get the colts gelded, I made an appointment to get the kitten fixed. I was under the impression she had come into heat a few weeks before then and I was so relieved that even though I hadn’t got her in to get spayed before her first heat cycle she didn’t appear to be pregnant. Well. It now appears that I was wrong to feel that relief.
That’s right, kittens will be arriving here with in a few weeks, if my calculations are accurate. Ok, really, I can’t remember when she showed signs of being in heat. I just know that she is huge right now. She is not a very big cat herself and her belly is quite large. Truthfully she looks like she could pop at any moment. Although, she’s still jumping up on things and trying to play. I have no idea how.
She’s being camera shy in her hugeness right now, so I don’t have a current picture. Isn’t she a cutie! I’m pretty sure the kitten-daddy is the yellow tom that shows up periodically.
Here’s the thing. I know it sounds absolutely horrible. I mean, completely awful. Yes, I know I’m a bad person for even thinking this. But, my blog-friend Linda relayed a story today about her childhood cat having a litter of kittens that she promptly smothered. The momma cat smothered the kittens, not the child. Just needed to be clear. (Click the link to read about it…) I really wouldn’t be that disappointed if the Divine Miss M had a similar sort of thing happen once she has her kittens. It will save me from thinking I should keep one or all of them. That would save me worrying about whether they find nice homes or end up on the coyote brunch menu.
You know that crazy old lady with all those cats. See sometimes, I suspect I’m doing that but with horses and chickens. So, I might as well do it proper like with the cats too. Yeah, do it up right.
On second thought… I hope Miss M has five, no seven… heck even eight, kittens that are all healthy and she is a good momma and I keep all the baby kittehs. Yeppers, they will be the foundations of my crazy cat lady-ness. And I will hold them and squeeze them and call them all George…