My morning coffee buddy disappeared for about a week. We suspected she was pregnant because we swore she kept looking a little bit bigger each time we saw her. When she finally came back she looked a whole lot thinner and ragged as dirt. She can't be more than six months old herself, poor little thing.
So, we know there is a litter of kittens somewhere nearby. My mother figures she was going to have them here the night of the big BBQ because that was the last night we saw her, but instead went somewhere nearby because of all the people in the yard. We have to start checking the gardens now every morning because she may well move them into the yard when we're not looking. A name can not be far away.
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Update: She has a name now, and her own food. We're going to have to figure out where those kittens are because her little dish of gourmet nursing mother kibbles is driving the other cats insane. The courtyard looks like a furry soup kitchen.
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