6:38 am: no babies.
7:45: BABIES. TWO SO FAR WILL POST MORE WHEN I CAN.
8:46: Four!
Updated 11:30: She seems to be holding at 4. Yes, that seems low given how big she got, but these kittens are big and healthy. It’s possible there are more in there, but I’m not feeling any movement in her belly, so I’m thinking not. I’ll update if any more show up, of course. Full birth story tomorrow (relatively drama-free, thankfully!)
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I don’t know. Will she ever have them? Will they be born fully grown and ready to go off to college? ARE there kittens or is she just exceptionally skilled at making her abdominal muscles move like kittens kicking? I DON’T KNOW. None of us know. All we can do is give her whatever she wants and hope she rewards us. Tomorrow, makes 13 days since she came to me, which might be the magic number, since both Emmy and Lucy waited 13 days.
As always, when I wake up this morning I will edit this post to reflect whether she had kittens overnight or not (I SUSPECT NOT.)
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It’s the first post in April, and if you are an organized calendar-page turner, you will find that the Anderson kitty calendar boy for April is…
Newt.
And the foster kitty calendar boy for April is…
Spruce, from the Evergreens.
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New Orleans: Randomness.
I have gone through the 1800 pictures I took in New Orleans when I was there two weeks ago with my sister, and have separated them into categories. Today’s pictures are random pictures of random things – that didn’t fit into any of the other categories.
Somehow, I didn’t take a picture of the hotel where we stayed. It was the Super 8 on Chef Menteur Highway. It was a perfectly lovely hotel, though for some reason they didn’t provide pictures of what was directly next door…
Oh look, it’s an abandoned building. A BIG one!
You should have seen Debbie’s face when we were driving toward our hotel and she thought the GPS was directing us to this place.
Beads hanging from a tree somewhere in the French Quarter.
Guy painted silver in Jackson Square. There was a lot to see in Jackson Square, and I only took a few pictures, I guess because I was too busy looking!
Poor kitty.
Boatcar in the French Quarter.
Except for one accidental, harrowing trip down Bourbon Street when we were trying to find a place to park, we spent most of our French Quarter time on Decatur Street.
I do not own a single hat, but when I’m on vacation I compulsively try on every hat I see. Wouldn’t I look fabulous wearing this while scooping the litter boxes?
(Tomorrow: Our trip to Villalobos.)
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Nola, your horns are showing. (Please note that she has her great big floofy tail flopped over my foot.)
Lordy, that belly.
::thlurrrp::
She’s a LAYDEE.
Oh, y’know. Just HANGING OUT IN THE LITTER BOX, making me worry that she’s going to give birth in a box of litter.
I have a Nest camera set up so that it’s pointed into the crate that I hope she’ll use when the time comes. I get an email every time there’s movement on the camera so that I can check out what’s going on. Well, Herself knocked the camera out of the way when she was looking in the crate, so it was pointed at the door when I walked in. A moment after I walked through the door, I got a notification saying “Your Birthin’ Crate camera noticed some Inside the crate activity,” along with this picture. The way the giraffe is laying there with hopeful “Got kittens?” eyes just cracks me UP. WE ALL WANT KITTENS, NOLA. WHY MUST YOU DENY US?
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Sheriff Mama, keeping an eye out for criminal activity.
Are you a songbird who thinks you’re going to land in our back yard and maybe STEAL worms from us, you THIEF? Well, you better THINK AGAIN, my friend. Not with the Sheriff on the job!
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Previously
2016: Not even 4 weeks old, and he’s got one litter box pee under his belt.
2015: Lucy’s Birth Story.
2014: Permanent Resident Throwback Thursday.
2013: Arnold is becoming quite the fluffmuffin.
2012: “You’re not touching my babies, are you? I KEEL YOU.”
2011: No entry.
2010: No entry.
2009: Someone said last week that Beulah looks like she’s in a space ship when she sits in the middle of the ball-track toy. She certainly does!
2008: No entry.
2007: “Oh, I’m not getting involved in this one!”
2006: No entry.
2005: No entry.