Three weeks ago, an orange tabby adopted us. She wandered into our yard one bright morning, menacing me by jumping in front of my feet as I walked and sitting under the tires of Ethan's bicycle, preventing him from leaving. After a few mornings like this, Clarisse and I could not stop ourselves, and we fed her. She appeared to grow a little plumper by the day, until about a week ago when we, sitting in our kitchen, discussed Vivian -- named after the hooker in Pretty Woman--and agreed that she looked very plump recently -- pregnant-plump, in fact.
This afternoon, we heard small kitten cries coming from the narrow, dark space that runs the side of our house. Three kittens -- a black one, a tabby, and a calico!! I am so excited, though worried because that narrow space captures quite a bit of rain. And the rain has arrived early. We've moved the food closer to Vivian, and we are watching.
[About the picture: Marnie, Dom's wife, exchanges pictures of kittens with me now and then, funny pictures, United Bamboo calendar pictures, and this one.]