When Mr. Smith and I first moved into our house, I knew it would be the perfect place to raise a family.
A cat family, that is.
Unfortunately, both of my cats are fixed and, as far as I know, still kitty virgins. Fortunately, though, the town of Clyde is crawling with stray cats. And so I prayed for God to send us a knocked-up kitty that would hatch at our house.
I think God might be answering my prayer. With that said, meet Misty.
Misty is a itteh, bitteh kitteh who barely looks old enough to be having bebehs.
But she definitely is hungry enough! About a month ago, Misty stood at the edge of our deck waiting for a handout. I couldn’t tell if she was pregnant but she easily downed 2 hotdogs. Last week she appeared again, this time with a rounder tummy so I offered her a slice of cheese, some pieces of chicken and a scoop of cat food which she promptly gobbled up.
Brodie and Baby Girl weren’t too happy about that.
Yes, this pregnant stray has stumbled upon a goldmine and I truly think she has adopted us. We supply her food, water and a place to relax, and she doesn’t have to lift a paw. (Mr. Smith and I have been referring to ourselves as Misty’s WIC providers.)
Life is good.
Oh, and did I mention that we also give her plenty of ear scratchins?
Well, we do.
Ooo yeah, lady. Right there, right there. Ah!
Misty appears to be about 2 weeks away from the big day, so I’m hoping she has started her search for the perfect birthing suite somewhere around our house. Her choices are as follows:
Option A: The County Hospital
The horribly unpleasant old shed at the back of our property would provide shelter but it’s a very undignified and unpersonalized setting.
Option B: The Somewhat Fancier Private Hospital
Behold, the entryway into the bowels of our home. Here Misty will have shelter and some peace and quiet, but what other creatures will be sharing this space?
Option C: The Midwifery
A big box with some comfy old towels tucked away in our garage. PLUS, bedside assistance from a doting cat fiend. What more could an expectant mother want?
Okay, Misty, what will it be? Option A? Option B? Option C????
Never has a knocked-up kitty ever had it so good.