Remember me saying that about three weeks ago, our Black Kitty had her first litter of kittens? All four of them – looking like a mix between cat and raccoon. Well, they’ve been a source of enjoyment for our son ever since, carrying them two at a time into the house to pet them and show them his tractors. (I’m sure they’re excited to share in his love of tractors.) Their eyes are open now, too, and my dad believes them to be Siamese but I’m still on the fence about that.

Introducing “One” and “Two” (or maybe two and three). It’s certainly not Four because “she” is a little smaller than the rest.

They remain known as numbers because we can’t think of catchy names for them. And they weren’t born looking like a Charlie or a Nutmeg, and truth be told, we haven’t even checked on their gender.

In a house where all three of us are allergic to cats, the fun will have to end at some point. Until then, watching them grow has been fascinating. And then I got the question from my nieces about whether or not they use the litter box. Explain that one my farm friends.

Until we walk again …