So Many Kitties!

This summer both cats gave birth to a litter of cats. As you know from a previous post, Con gave birth to kittens, but they kept dying. The only one to survive was named Lucky by my 4 year old the first time he saw him. Who knew that name would be so appropriate?

Lucky is now almost 2 months old and is in his fluffy, stop-you-in-your-tracks cute stage. His bright blue eyes are dulling into a green, and his tale looks less like a bald rat tail. His tail is as fluffy as the rest of him.

Feeding time for Lucky

Our other cat, Pip, gave birth while our family was on vacation. We knew she was pregnant from her huge bulging sides. One day she became stuck when she jumped onto the deck and tried to walk through the slats of the railings like she normally did. I found her meowing with her head and front paws through the slat. Her big, pregnant belly couldn't fit but she was afraid to jump backwards from the deck. I had to reach over the deck and carefully save the frightened cat without hurting the unborn kittens. Tricky!

So it was not really shocking that while we were on vacation, I received a call from our neighbor's 8 year old daughter. Excitedly, she recounted to me how she and her mom found the kittens, and every detail she relayed was eager absorbed by my kids. They were so anxious to see the new kittens that they almost wanted to end the beach week early.

Pip guarding her 4 kittens.

By the time we arrived home, one of the new kittens died. So in total, we have 2 momma cats, 1 Lucky, and 4 new kittens.

So...who wants a kitty cat?