Halfpennies!!

So you'll recall, about a month ago, I acquired a cat. My household has had a long and illustrious history of acquiring cats, stretching back before I was born.

As a bit of trivia, we've never managed to acquire one that was knocked up, even though apparently cats are knocked up all the time. When Penny showed up, though, the sentence "I hope she's not pregnant!" was introduced almost immediately. I don't even know why! She didn't look at all pregnant. But the what if was overwhelming.

I checked in with Stephanie, because I know she's had a couple cats show up with a surprise inside. I asked her how to be sure if a cat is pregnant. Her reply was pretty much, "When kittens start coming out of them."

Oh man, you guys. By that definition? My cat is totally pregnant.

I'll have to get back to you on this.

Kitten tally = FIVE PENCE!!!!:
1. All black
2. Orange
3. Penny-colored (tortoiseshell)
4. Gray tabby
5. Dark gray? Black? It's getting hard to tell at this point. Tabby!

They are, of course, adorable, but we told Penny that's quite enough out of her.

VISUAL AID!

I feel so bad putting up this picture of Penny, because she looks like she's made of pure evil. She's actually ridiculously sweet. I just interrupted her five-second meal break to get this, and the babies were all crying. So she was like, "Look what you fucking did." Also: Jesus hell, all those were inside her yesterday.



L to R: black (?) one, back of other black one's head, orange one, gray tabby, regular tabby (last baby)

LATER!



You can only see maybe two and a half in this one, but they're all in there. Plus omg look at tabby baby. Penny is still looking a mess. She is very tired and has not had a bath.