I first had my suspicions when I saw Pinky hanging out with that
blue-eyed charmer, a tomcat who had been skulking around the yard
in recent months. Then she started looking fat. Then she showed
up looking really thin and weak. Today she brought a kitten up to
my second story window.
By my estimation, the kitten is about 2 weeks old. Pinky is even
smaller than Decatur, so you'll have to imagine the scale. This
is one small ball o fur.
Settling down in my laundry for lunch.
Aw, such maternal instinct! Actually, if it's instinct there's
no reason to find this cute at all.
It gets even less cute when Pinky abrubtly stops licking her progeny
and turns around and basically sits on the kitten for a minute.
So anybody want a cat(s)? I'll give ya $5 too.
BUT WAIT THERE'S MORE!