Mamma needs surgery.
Have I mentioned we have a cat? And we are the owners. (masters, no. owners, technically.)
She’s an inside cat! (but she got out).
She’s young. (in people years)
We didn’t want to put her through surgery! (didn’t being the key word here)
There are no other male cats around here (we think, not that we flipped ‘em over or anything)
She’s a very slim, active cat. (until recently)
She is was our sole pet. Until she queened.
Here are the babies at 5 days old.
Apparently, they call this process “queening”.
Fancy that?
They didn’t call it queening when I grew old(enough), got out, gained weight, and multiplied.
Now she can join the ranks of the mamma’s in this house that need surgery. ![]()
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