As my faithful readers know, we used to have a cat. Killer lived outside and was our mouse killer. (Hence the name.) Killer was accidentally blown up by my husband. Read the full story here.
Back in March, we replaced Killer with another cat…. this one we name Hunter. We had gotten him from my MIL’s neighbor. Well, they had told us it was a him. I thought he was fixed, so I assumed it didn’t really matter.
Wouldn’t you know it? He isn’t a him at all. He is a girl, and a pregnant one at that. Great. Just what we need. As if my post-partum hormones haven’t been enough, now we have a cranky cat!
Wish us luck. I have no idea how long the gestation age of a cat is, but apparently I’ll be a great-grandma soon. (Since Hunter is Lucy’s baby.)
Anyone want a kitten?
Hunter is so getting spayed after this. I shoulda listened to Bob Barker. Someday I’ll learn.