ahsatan said:
Yep. We had two feral mummas that dumped four litters on us before we caught them and had them spayed.
Born Easter morning: Cadbury, Jellibean, Peeps and RoRo Peeps is the one with the penetrating eyes and wearing the judge's robe. RoRo is on the end, staring and wondering why her snack is delayed. Jellibean, aka Princess Muffinbutt, is the gray fuzzball at the other end just phasing into the shot.
Born in the Front Yard: Sherlock, Watson, and CeeCee. Sherlock is a big muscled powerhouse of a cat. I think the mamma adopted him, because all the others are fairly squishy. All three on the table but blurred.
Born in a tent in the kitchen: Spot(D), Tux and, Callie— born during the eclipse. Kipsey(D), Tippsy, Mitts and Boots— Born a week later during Hurricane Harvey.
Most of them were born on a memorable day. The Easter kittens were born in the attic. We found them because Cadbury had fallen under the insulation and cried all day. The tent in the kitchen was because by the time we caught the mammas they were with kitty again.
We adopted the mammas too. Miss Bunny(D) wasn't much of a house cat but came in often to visit her children. Miss Kitty never wanted to go outside again. We already had two others, Jazz (top center on the kitty hotel) and Ohzie. Nearly three years on and those two want nothing to do with the invaders.
(D) Deceased but remembered fondly. We suspect a congenital heart deficiency. Death came suddenly without warning. We live wondering which might be next.