And he lifts a blanket. And staring back at me is a very wide-eyed orange cat with NINE squirming kittens trying to nurse.
Four kittens were dropped off at the shelter the other day with no mother. Miss Orange Feral-Cat just had a new litter of five of her own little orange and black babies, and so Anthony put the orphans in with the new babies.
Nine is a lot, I told Anthony.
Oh, I can take three of them, I said.
So I took three of the four orphans (one was nursing at the moment, so I skipped that one.) They don't have names yet, I don't know if they're boys or girls. They are about two weeks old. But since Miss Isabelle is doing so well nursing Peter, Peep, Jelly Bean and Bunny, I figured I could be nursemaid to these three.
(The kitten I left back at the shelter was off-white like the little one in the above picture.) The other two are tabbies -- a black one and a brown one. Of course the littlest one...the off-white one...is the loudest.)
As long as I had the camera out, I thought y'all needed some updated pictures of the Easter bunch -- they are getting big and round. When I go in to see them and talk to them, they lift their heads to look at me, and are becoming quite social. I snapped a picture of Bunny first. She was hard to get on film, because she likes to look around and move all over the place.
Then it was Jelly Bean's turn, but mother Isabelle decided that picture time was over. "No more cameras, no more cameras. Jelly Bean has left the building!"
It was Steve's turn to have wide eyes when he saw THREE more little kittens in our house. But I told him their sad story. And then he looked at them and saw the little white one and said, "But I might not be able to let them go!" Of course we will, but in the meantime, we will love them, and name them, and feed them, and clean them. And our reward is seeing little happy faces like this: