On Monday Rory told me to stop feeding the cats so much...they were getting fat. And then we looked closer and decided that Velma might actually be pregnant. We talked about how fun it would be to have kittens. And hoped that later this spring we might have a litter.
Well. This afternoon, three days after this conversation, we bundled the kids up to go tap a few of our maple trees. I stepped into the garage and heard teeny little meows. I looked in the cat bed and nearly fell over.
Rory said I ran in the house repeating a high pitched, "Kittens! Kittens!" until he finally came out to see why I was going crazy. Turns out, I wasn't feeding the cats too much. Velma was just great with kittens.
At the moment there are only two. I'm not sure if more come later or not. Turns out I don't know a whole lot about cat birth. But I did know enough about birth to give Velma some water and food and then some space.
We let the kids watch for a while before we stopped using the garage door. And now I just pop my head out every few hours to make sure everyone is still okay. The last time I checked I found the cats together in the bed. Vernon with his paw lovingly on Velma. They're so sweet!
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Congratulations on Velma and Vernon's twins! They are adorable as are your kids reactions to them!
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