Somebody was busy overnight Sunday.
A couple of days ago she halved the amount that she was eating, which is apparently a sign that they’re getting ready to give birth, so I sorted the nesting box out again in the wardrobe and put some fresh towels in there. Hey presto, this morning I woke up to five beautiful kittens. I have no idea what flavour they are; someone who knows more about these things than I do is coming tomorrow to check them all!
She did it all by herself, no help required. Which was just as well since I slept through the whole thing.
They all seem to be healthy; one has a slightly funny back foot – it’s tucked under but it seems to be able to move it fine and I suspect that it may well sort itself out. Smokey is being a great mum. She doesn’t mind me being in there and handling her little babies at all, which is fabulous. It meant that I was able to put fresh bedding in and weigh them. The smallest is 85g and the largest is a bruising 120g. Having done some internet research, 85g is about the smallest you would want to have a kitten otherwise their survival is doubtful. I’m keeping a close eye on that one.
As 60% of her litter are black with white bits on their tummies, I’m thinking dad may have been a black cat… just a hunch.
I would keep them all. Crazy cat lady.