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Monday, April 23, 2012

The trouble with kids is that the moment you sit down, they're all over you...

A lot on her shoulders.
You've got one over your shoulder, and another two getting under your feet. It's a living hell. Although they are very cute...

And to think that Lisa's Mum suggested we drown them in a bucket. Doesn't she know there's a drought on?

Anyhoo, before I go any further, I'd just like to say a big thank you to everyone who's already offered to have one. As things currently stand, we could probably rehome five, so Shimmy might have to get pregnant again just to satisfy demand. Although she'll be homeless again if she does. Suffice it to say, it's a major relief to know they have loving homes to go to, but apologies in advance to anyone left empty-handed in the first-round kitten draft.

Adoption issues aside, my biggest concern about the sudden arrival of kittens is that Amelie's going to think they've come from the Thumb Fairy. She'll be taking them to bed if we're not careful. Up to now though, I have to admit she's been pretty good. We did have one slightly hairy moment yesterday afternoon when Lisa was taking a nap in the bedroom and I was making Chicken & Leek Pasta in the kitchen. Which was Amelie's cue to raid the nursery in the living room. I walked in to find her under the table, pulling the cat bed along the floor with Shimmy and the kittens still inside it.

Bizarrely, however, they weren't the slightest bit bothered. Which is what's been amazing from the start of this saga. Shimmy's such a laid back parent, I could base an entire series of childcare books on her actions.

She's happily raising a family of three under the living room table while Amelie sings along to the TV, jumps about in her pyjamas, and turns the furniture upside down looking for her Megablocks. And nothing's stressing her out. Not even the sight of a camera lens being shoved in her face. She calmly comes and goes, heading off to get food and say hello to the rest of us, before returning promptly to her offspring. The only sound we hear is her constant purring.

Oh, and the three little squeaks of these chaps...

If they stayed like that, we might keep them.


Phil's Mum said...

Do you know they're 'chaps'?

Phil said...

Bearing in mind that I didn't even know my own cat was pregnant, I wouldn't take anything I say as accurate. Quite honestly, if I hadn't seen them coming out of Shimmy, I wouldn't even be sure they're feline. They look more like hamsters to me.

Peter Chapman said...

You blog is redundant these days since Lisa keeps posting all the photos on Facebook hours before you publish. Gimmie some exclusive content!