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the miracle of life5/6/01So here's how it happened: Mom hears a noise around 9:40 PM, says it sounds like chirping. She checks by the back door, and there's Pez, our pretty tabby cat, seeming pretty stressed ou. Mom assumes Pickles (our other kitty) must be out in the woods dying, from Pez's attitude and the noise. So we grab a flashlight and run outside, and lo and behold, it's a tiny wrinkly slimy kitten making all that noise, up against the wall on our back deck. Since it's up on the deck and our deck is being redone so there are currently no stairs from the ground all the way up there, we have to go back inside in order to get to the kitten. Right when I open the back door again there's Pez, and she squats down a little, and out comes another kitten, followed by the afterbirth. A bit shocking. The first kitten, the yowling one, lived. The other poor little calico one who I watched being born died. Pez bled all over our brand new deck, the poor thing, and Pickles was sneaking around all night like she was afraid to piss anyone off. I cut up a bunch of towels from the rag bag and put them in a cardboard box for my kitties. I hope they like it. |
