KITTENS!!!

The cat... has kittens!!!!!

Yes, yes! It's a Holy-fucking-tornado-in-a-jar moment!

Aaaaaah! Stupid vet and his "it'll be another twenty days or so" verdict. It wasn't!

Sigh. In a nutshell: I came downstairs to deal with the pets, fed the fish, called out to cat, walked the dog, came home, called out to cat, no response. Fed dog and big fish, called out to cat, no response again. Very worried--she's a quick-to-respond kitty. Look around. No kitty. Go into old maid's room now used as an impromptu storeroom and hear...squeaks. Now, I know what those small, high-pitched squeaks mean. I just didn't want to believe it at the time. It was one of those if-I-allow-myself-to-feel-excited-I'll-be-sorely-disappointed moments. So, I grabbed the nearest torchlight, shine at cat... and see little rat-like beings moving. And, yes, it was the sweetest damn thing to see.

Now, all we have to worry about is whether the cat can come out from under the dirty, dusty bed with wee kitties soon to be placed in a... better spot. Whatever the case...mother is going to shit kittens. She doesn't want more cats. Aih..., not going to be an easy day for me.

And, frankly, it looks like the birthing was done through the night or something. I feel... sort of cheated. Ah well.

...Holy fucking balls on a stick! Kittens! This calls for Suikoden III's Exceeding Love!





Somehow, I don't remember my life being this eventful before this year. Blasted life and its blasted sense of humour. And to think! Tomorrow is the day of two shit-load exams! Bah.