So she was either very very wormy, or . . . I dunno. No kittens. I’m telling you, there were kitten-like creatures inside that cat last month. I guess my future as a cat-midwife is totally written off now. It’s either writing or accounting for me.
Meanwhile, SuperHusband dropped the farm cat off at the vet in the morning, and picked her up again after work, transformed into the Cat Who Will Never Be Suspected of Pregnancy Again. My closet is safe.
No more free cats. No more free cats. No more free cats.
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