This past week, my Skyebaby had kittens. See?

It is pretty damn exciting, until you find out that maybe your cat wasn't meant to be a mother. She spends very little time with them. Anyone who is an irresponsible cat owner (meaning, they haven't spayed, yet) knows that cats normally spend all freaking day with their new li'l ones. Also, they don't kill them, usually. My stupid cat has to be watched because she SITS ON THEM. She crawls into the pet taxi and just plops her ass right down on top of them. I'm a little disconcerted. This is her first litter and all, but, really. When I realized she was giving birth, BEHIND MY COUCH, she had 3 already, and the fourth was, um, hanging out. One of them was laying there, and it was already dead. Sad, yes, but I wasn't really attached yet, so- I'm ok with that.

Then, the next day, I was just looking into the carrier where they all were lying, and I counted two babies. Where was the third? Oh, look, there it is, UNDER HER ASS. Not breathing or moving. Dead.

Now I have to constantly watch her as she goes into the carrier and pull the babies out from under her when she sits on them, which happens, like, all the time. Dude.

(Siamese cat babes are all white when they are born. Know why? Because they are warm from being inside. After they're born, the cold areas (face, ears, tail) turn a brownish color. Interesting, huh?)


Well, some other interesting things are going on.

(Squeamish? Avert your eyes. Otherwise, don't say I didn't warn ya. )

I've been having this odor. Of the vaginal kind.

I assume it's some sort of infection, but I've also been having this weird spotting, which has NEVER EVER happened.

Since my GYN moved out of town, I have no GYN. There is not another GYN in this town at the moment. (small towns sometimes suck.)
I'm going to have to go to my regular doctor for a pap and stuff, and my relationship with her is new! and fresh! and I'm not sure if I want her poking around in my nethers when we hardly know each other. Maybe if I just changed my attitude I'd realize that this just could be the bonding experience we need, you know?

Fan-fucking-tastic news:
I have this breathtakingly beautiful baby neice whom I ADORE and LOVE. She turned one year old just a few days ago. She has an equally beautiful sister, who will be 4 on Saturday. Their daddy-o, my brother, just called me last night to tell me that his wife, she who used to be my favoritest person, ever, but isn't now because she made some comments to other family members about me being CRAZY and OVERBOARD about trying to get pregnant after the miscarriage(s), (where were we? Oh, yeah... my brother called, his wife...) is pregnant again.
(Must be nice.) Oh, yeah, and she's all drama queen and upset about it because, OH MY GOD, HOW DID THIS HAPPEN?

Grrrrrr.