About a month ago, Radar (the family outside cat we adopted) looked a bit pregnant. Sure enough, Radar disappeared for a week, and came back less pregnant.
For about three weeks I’ve been picking on the cat. “Hey Radar, where’s your babies?!?!” to the incessant mewing of a hungry cat.
This afternoon, we found one very black kitten in the garage, whom I pulled out of some junk and set her in a small box (where we placed Bucky last year). Sure enough, this evening I go to turn out lights and there is another kitten… a grey-and-white striped kitten who is mean as hell.
Caroline got to choose names. For the black kitten, she originally chose Aurora (we’ve been watching Sleeping Beauty), but since that doesn’t fit both boy-and-girl names they settled on Spike.
Now we’re going back. Aurora is the black kitten (she’s nice) and Spike is going to be the striped kitten. Because Spike is mean as hell.
At this rate, I was hoping that Radar’s track record of one kitten a year would continue. Now that the theory is disproven, we’re going to have to spay and neuter these guys. On a lighter note, it looks as if my mouse/mole/vole problem will be fixed in the coming year. I’ll take the trade.