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Oh, yes, do!

Wanda Woodard — Mon, 21 Apr 2008 13:46:24 -0400

My kittens are phenomenal, sweet, hand held since birth -- loving. Elliott MUST have one.

Home for the little furballs

Wanda Woodard — Mon, 21 Apr 2008 11:02:09 -0400

You betcha! Thank you, CM. Those little furballs of love will get good homes.

I could ship one fed ex

Wanda Woodard — Mon, 21 Apr 2008 11:01:18 -0400

Elaina, Thank you for your very nice compliment. Let me know if you want a male or female, a tuxedo or orange tabby? LOL! Seriously, though, thank you so much for your kind words.

How sweet...

Cathy Meyer — Sun, 20 Apr 2008 23:52:34 -0400

Those are some lucky kittens! I'll have to ask Elliott if he wants one to go with him and Samson to his new apartment. Samson would love a kitten to spend his days with. Reach in and give each one a gentle squeeze from me. Keep them away from me though cause I'm a sucker for animals and another one is the last thing I need right now.

I know in my heart that you

Guest — Sun, 20 Apr 2008 20:13:45 -0400

I know in my heart that you will. CM

I LOVE your writing! What a

Elaina Goodman — Sun, 20 Apr 2008 15:06:54 -0400

I LOVE your writing! What a gorgeous, gorgeous post! If you weren't half a continent away from me, I'd claim one of those kitties for my girls!

And Six Makes Eleven

Wanda Woodard — Sun, 20 Apr 2008 15:00:00 -0400

In this very sensitive-to-spaying-and-neutering world and in view of all the unwanted dogs and cats in the world, I must beg your forgiveness - I let my cat get pregnant. She wasn't supposed to be in heat, but I shouldn't have let her out. But I did and she is.

But, oh, the sweetness of it all. It is an indulgence that I have let myself experience. In my life of so many losses, I have allowed my cat to grow new lives inside her belly. I have allowed myself to put my hands on her stomach and feel the growing life inside and then as the weeks passed to feel those lives move and kick. One, two, three ... I think I count four.

I have allowed myself to leave work early a few days ago because I sensed that her time was near, and was glad to know I was right as I lifted the tiny lives from my bed (yes, my bed) and the floor and moved them to the box I had carefully prepared for this event. And I gave in to the luxury of the celebration of life and called my best friend to say, "they're here -- they've been born."

And I was delighted when she, too, left her job and rushed to see the new lives that had come to live on Kenneth Avenue with my children and a dog named Brittney, a now mother cat and some sea monkeys.

I sterilized the knife and cut their cords and their birth sacks and helped mama cat adjust as this was a new world for her too, and I smiled as her instincts took over and she cleaned and nursed and settled into her new role as a mother.

They sleep by my bed in their box with a heating pad underneath to keep them extra warm, and I hear the mother gently coo and encourage her new babies to eat and cuddle and finally sleep. I hear her purr. I hear the tiniest of mews coming from the so-very-small mouths of the six new lives that have come into our world.