Well, we told you it would be any day! Yesterday we got the call from our friends, Ben and Alexis, that Luna had finally exploded, filling their house with kitten love. My call, from Ben, went something like this:
Me: Hey Ben, what’s goin on?
Ben: Ahh, nothing. Do you have a firewire chord to connect my video camera to my computer?
Me: I don’t know, probably, I’ll check. Anything else?
Ben: Well, Luna had her kittens.
Me: OMG! Hoorah! (then silence as my head bursts from excitement)
I picked Jillian up from work and we quickly weaved through PAP traffic en route to see what Luna had concocted during her 2 month pregnancy. We arrived at Ben and Alexis’ house and looked around but saw no kittens. We curiously turned to Ben, who was in the kitchen preparing a delicious dinner for him and his bride, and he said, “they’re up there.”
Luna had precariously perched herself on top of the cabinets in their kitchen, in what can only be described as a Kitten Canopy. You step up onto their kitchen counter, and in the corner is Luna lazily nursing each of her FIVE (5!) new kittens!
This is so incredibly exciting. Jillian and I were likening it to being 8 year-olds on Christmas morning. It’s like there are five brand-new models of iPhones (or whatever you’re into) sitting above the cabinets in Ben and Alexis’ kitchen, after months of waiting for them to be revealed. The kitties are all black and white, just like their mother, each with a different patchwork of spots splayed along their coats.
Of course it will take some time for the kittens to mature into something more than just a turd shaped ball of fluff, so we’re not sure which one we will take. I mean, who knows, you could pick one now and he could turn out to be a real jerk in a month. Take the one below for example, he already looks like he has an attitude:
But it’s funny how incredibly exciting, yet totally anti-climactic this birth has turned out to be. On one hand it’s so much fun to be able to see all these healthy little kittens just after they were born to a teenage mother that we know well, but at the same time, they don’t really DO anything.
It’s fun and all to stand up on the counter and ‘ooh’ and ‘ahhh’, but until they grow up and are able to pounce around and tumble all over each other (or sneeze!), then it’s just another waiting game until we get our new kitten home.
So now that the new kitten countdown has begun, the real hard questions present themselves: Mostly-black or mostly-white? Boy or girl? Judging by how promiscuous their mother was by getting knocked up at the ripe old age of 8 months 5 months, I’m pushing for a boy. Just saying….
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