Berry Langerak

Yesterday afternoon, I was called by my mother, requesting me to go home for the day and take care of our Felis catus, Kiki. She told me that our cat had started labour, and that the kittens might appear every minute. After a quick drive home from the office, I arrived at home to see our cat interestingly calm and simply stretching out on the floor. I started giving a live broadcast on IRC, but nothing ever happened before I left to go out for dinner.

When I came back from dinner though, the contractions had started and not before long, a little red-ish kitten was lying on the floor, and some disgusting ritual started. Anyhow, when the new kitten was kind of clean, breathing and looking for a nipple, contractions started again and another kitten popped out, a black one, this time. After cleaning that kitten and everything that accompanied her in the womb, it became silent for a while. Ten minutes later, the contractions started again, and yet another black kitten appeared.

Figuring that’d be it, I left to have a good night at my local pub, as there was a live band (Enrico Crivellaro, a guitar and blues-legend). Later that night, when I came back home (don’t worry, the cats weren’t alone), the score had remained on three, but there was a nice surprise anyway: the first black one wasn’t actually completely black, but it has got stripes on it.

Anyway, pictures are here, the eewww-pictures are in the eewww directory, and some old pictures of the happy mom are in the mama directory. Have fun.

PS: Some of the pictures suck, I know, but it’s not like you can tell a kitten to stay put and stop moving (-: