Hubby went out this morning to load up all the gas cans in the back of the truck so I (yes, I) could go fill 'em up. After a bit he was tappin' on the door; "Put your shoes on and come help me," he said. He didn't need help with the gas cans, he needed help getting six kittens out of the brooder house. This must be Spot's favorite birthin' spot.
We have three Tanner look-a-likes, one Sasha Foo look-a-like, and two very dark tabby kitties, just adorable, about 4 weeks old.
Sigh.
Here we go again.
Pictures are forthcoming.
Gotta catch Spot and fix her or kill her. Probably fix, I think.
Big Girl's Day Out tomorrow. Orthodontist, physical therapist, and dance, almost 12 hours hanging out in town. I wonder if I can find a place to take a nap about 4 pm? I'm taking swatches this time so I can shop for things to finish UFO's.
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11 years ago
3 comments:
I think Spot is trying to single-handedly populate your town with kitties. Poor Spot.
Good luck with this bunch.
I hope you can catch Spot and have her spayed or you'll be up to your eyeballs in kitties. 12 hours in town, that is a long day, hope you have fun though.
Too bad they're such cute little buggers. I think I'll have Spot "desensitized" and trapped sometime next week.
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