Cat-astrophe At The Dodd House

Well, do you remember back around May 1st of this year, we were the proud grandparents of 3 kittens. We had taken in a skinny little stray that was apparently pregnant. (Just our Luck). The wonders of Craig's List found a wonder full home for them and I thought that we were done with all that. If you do the math and extrapolate that the average gestation period for the common household feline is 63 days, our social little kitty got knocked up again around 4 to 5 weeks after giving birth. To make a long story short, we are now the proud grandparents of 7 kittens.

(6 of which we will be finding homes for if you are interested. If you are cool enough to read my man blog, I know that you will be great parents.)

Last Saturday night, she started following us around and acting kind of funny. Jackson let her outside and soon she was nowhere to be found. We looked for her quite a bit for the rest of the night, but could not. When we came home from church it was starting to rain and Tonya spotted her in our back yard. She then led her under our deck steps where she had the nestled in a little nest in our ivy. We both crawled under our deck steps in the rain reaching in pulling out kitten after kitten until finally we had seven. It was like a magician pulling handkerchiefs out of his hand. After each kitten, we thought we had the last one and then there was another, and then another. I hope that our great cat houdini has performed her last trick.