So three and half days after having five kittens (two of which have survived so far although it's a little sketchy right now) our cat had a sixth who looks a lot different than the others.
The kittens love “lap time” when one of us sits cross legged on the floor so they can all climb up, get pets, and wrestle each other until they fall off.
I don't know how, but Lilac is still holding out on us. I can tell she's getting more uncomfortable by the day. And the kittens are really kicking around in there. Last night we thought we noticed a few minor contractions, but it was probably just her body reacting to all the kitten activity. We are on high alert. But as the saying goes, a watched pregnant cat never delivers.
Continuing the #ThrowbackThursday recap of my cats, four years ago they all had their eyes open and were becoming little squirmy bundles of personality.
The view underneath my desk at the very moment. They basically chill with me all day, only leaving to eat, use the kitty box, or chew on things in my office that they shouldn't be chewing on.