It happened! I finally got the kittens in a picture! I, meaning my husband, of course. The gray kitten is Smokey and the buff kitten is Cucumber.
I have nothing to say about my clothes today.
Unfortunately, the mama cat passed on this morning. Or, most likely, last night. She was hit by a car in front of our driveway and we found her this morning. She was never an indoor cat or anything like that. In fact, the one time my husband tried to pick her up when she was a teeny tiny kitten, she bit through his fingernail. Butter (that was her name) liked being near us, but not too near us, if you know what I mean. Basically, she liked our food and, occasionally, our distant company. During the cold months, we let her sleep in the garage at night and kept food/water and a litter box in there for her.
The night she birthed the kittens, she was all but howling to come inside. As if she knew she’d be safe at our house. Even through all the hassle of taking care of the kittens (even now!), I felt and still feel a little special knowing that she chose our house as her babies’ birth place.
I’m going to miss her little face at our back door.