Starting at 5 yesterday, a young female charge of this household began giving birth.
It wasn't me.
Young Sookie, a beautiful tabby taken off the streets a week ago, gave birth to five black, white and tan yappers who have kept up a stream of complaining "wwweeeeeeeee" sounds when ever they're seperated from mommy's nipple. After the fourth rapid birth, poor Sookie had a breech baby she was unable to pass and went in to the emergency vet for a c-section that cost about $1400. The baby in the canal was malformed and died. The baby stuck right after it lived after a night of suckling.
Mommy is tired. So tired I've had to force feed her. She's dragged herself away from the squalling, writhing mass of kittens a few times with one invariably still holding onto her.
At times, everyone is on a nipple suckling away. Mommy purrs then heads off to sleep. The quiet can last a whole twenty minutes sometimes. Then the "wwweeeeeee" begins again. They're tiny, smaller than a palmful, and they're already growling and fighting fiercely over feeding stations.