I don't know what it is, some latent maternal instinct I suppose, but I quite often find myself giving into my newest indulgence - petting Chai while I rest one hand lightly on her belly and beam with delight as I feel the kittens wiggling around inside her. To be honest, I don't know how she does it...her belly is huge &boy do those kittens move a lot. ¬ little movements! Huge traversals from one side of her abdomen to the other. I feel guilty every time I do it, but it's so amazing to me. I can't believe there are really little kittens in there.
Someone was supposed to come see Bart today, but alas, it's an hour and a half after we were supposed to meet and they're not answering their phone, nor are they here. It's bittersweet, I guess. I was mopping the floor when Bart & Emmet decided they wanted to run across it, then jump into the litter box. Bart ended up hiding from me for an hour as he evidently did not like my efforts to clean his paws.
Oh, I cannot wait to see what the kittens will look like! You're so brave taking this on. I was petrified enough with 4 week old kittens, but brand new babies and actually having to be there for the birth? Like I said: brave, brave woman.
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