You've probably noticed in my last few entries I've been in a bit of a mood - lets just say that there were things from online whirling around in my head and then something in real life lit the fuse and I was off. But then if one was paying close attention they might have noticed that my mood was slightly different yesterday afternoon.

I has kittens, except I shouldn't have kittens, but they are cute and adorable anyway.

Okay, lets go back to the beginning. There's been a stray cat hanging around for almost a year, said cat may or may not have been one of the litter born under my house from another stray cat just before I brought home my very own "stray" cat.

Anyway, for the longest time the cat would hang around, but didn't want anything at all to do with me. She'd even give me dirty looks if she thought I was moving toward her. Then suddenly toward the end of last winter she decided I wasn't so bad after all. She'll let me pet her, but nothing more.

Well, I'm guessing this past Saturday she gave birth to four kittens, I think under my house, so there's some nice symmetry for her, if I'm correct about her orgins anyway. Well, then Thursday night I kept hearing something, and went out and started looking around - she had moved three of her kittens from under the house to a big empty box on my front porch.

The babies are adorable, and I found my mood starting to brighten.
(Especially since I all ready have a good home for them once they're old enough.)

But then yesterday, it was raining a bit, not enough, not nearly enough, but that's a rant for another time. Anyway, I went out and started trying to refill my plant watering jugs from my rain collections barrels, so that if it rained more the barrels would fill back up. I was around back and kept hearing a kitty crying. It was rather loud, and I finally decided that I could not possibly be hearing the ones from the front porch that loud. I looked around, and finally just off the concrete out back I saw the little fellow (or gal) soaking wet laying in the grass crying.

Well, I wasn't sure how the momma cat would react to a kitty with my scent all over it, I decided to use a small piece of flat fence to pick him up. Turns out that isn't enough, cause the little fellow (or gal) was a squirmer, so I ended up having to hold him anyway so he wouldn't fall as I brought him from back to front to be with the rest of his family.

I got him around there, and held him out to momma, cause I didn't want to just throw him in with the others if she was going to reject him/her (or worse). She sniffed him/her, and didn't seem hostile, so I laid him/her in the box, and he/she went right to work looking for the feed pump, if you know what I mean, and I think you do. He (or she) is also clearly the runt of the litter, and I have always had a soft spot for the runts - cat or dog.

My bad mood was pretty much gone by that point. So, I finished my task, but alas sadly it did not rain again, so my water barrels are empty. Bad cause now (today) I've had to water everything, so this now makes the third time I've had to use house water to water plants. WE NEED RAAAAIN! And, yes, I've been going around saying "rain" just like the zombies in Return of the Living Dead went around saying "brains" and surprisingly it hasn't gotten me many strange looks, cause we need the "RAAAAAAIN" bad.

Anyway, it took me a few minutes to finish up, but even in that sort time, momma all ready had the little fellow (or gal) fed and dried. He was curled around one of the others sleeping soundly.

Another good thing is that because of that (at least I think because of that) the momma cat has actually encouraged me to pet her babies. And I do believe that little one remembers me, because he seems to be the one most eager to be petted when I stick my hand in the box.
(Okay, fine, momma cat probably only wants me to play with them so her babies smell human instead of kitty (i.e. food) to things that might eat kitties. All though, weirdly enough she's also wanted me to play with her a bit more then she ever has before.)

PS - Watched the season premiere of Haven last night, and while it ain't no Pretty Little Liars I have to say it wasn't bad. I won't say it's great, but I didn't hate it, and it didn't bore me, and it held up fairly well the second time I watched it, so I'm calling it good (for now).

PPS - Despite being in a better mood now, that does NOT mean my opinions in previous posts have changed, it just means I'm so much less likely to stab things now.