Our day started extraordinarily early with a knock on the door by Alex and a frantic cry of “Ginny just had a baby!”
We rushed out of bed and into his room and sure enough, there was our almost 4 year old female cat and a brand new and still wet kitten. I rushed back into the room to find a box big enough to keep the new Momma in while Manny grabbed for towels.
After getting them situated and instructing Alex to pet her and love on her and keep watch over her, I heard Manny mention it was 4:00am. *sigh* No point in going back to bed now, as I headed into the kitchen to start coffee. Google is my friend, especially in the early morning hours when I have no where else to go for advice on laboring cats (which are called Queens, in case you ever wondered).
Ginny and her early morning surprise baby ~ 4:30am 3.28.11
Two pots of coffee later, Manny was waking Andy up (he sure got up quick at the thought of a new kitten!) and I was hopping in the shower to get ready for work. We were concerned about Ginny, even though she seemed to be doing okay. She was our bottle-fed furbaby when she was barely bigger than this one and is precious to us. We didn’t have any idea she was expecting, and didn’t have any idea of how many kittens we could be facing. It looked like it was going to be a long day ahead.
Just before I left for work, baby #2 arrived. After this one was born, Ginny was laying with her back legs on the placenta and couldn’t get a good enough grasp of the baby because the first one kept getting in the way. We moved #1 out of the way long enough to get the new baby and the placenta in a better position for Momma. That’s all it took and she took over from there.
Baby #2 cleaned and nursing for the first time ~ 7:15am 3.28.11
A few hours later, I got the phone call… Number 3 was here. This one was even more of a difficult birth – the placenta hadn’t been delivered and Manny had to take over and help Momma out. All was successful in the end though, although I worried for the health of this baby b/c it looked so much smaller than the first two.
Baby #3 being cleaned by Momma just after birth ~ 9:00am 3.28.11
In the end though, all the kitties are doing just fine. God heard our prayers and we have a healthy Momma cat and 3 beautiful little babies. All 3 kittens have Momma’s coloring and Daddy’s white markings, although none of them have his cute little black nose.
The new family ~ 6:00pm 3.28.11
Rory, the presumed Daddy
My wonderful big Sister Zee has claimed the oldest baby. Light gray and white, it’s already a very pushy cry baby. That is one little kitty with a very big personality. God certainly had a purpose for putting the desire for this one on her heart this morning.
Manny’s claimed the second baby, the brown and white one. He said there is something just so sweet about the little blonde one, and has already chosen to name it Sam – a name of honor among our kitties as this will be the third Sam that has graced our family.
The third baby is darker gray and white, and is quiet and docile right now. It just seems to go with the flow, whether it’s Momma rolling from one side to the other taking it with her or the oldest always trying to take over whatever place this one happens to be in. I don’t have a taker for this one yet so if you’re local and interested, let me know! LOL (I do have someone that my gut instinct says may want it, but the person hasn’t spoken up yet and I’m not going to say who it is until/unless they do.)
Today has been a blessing. God has reminded us that no matter how big the storms may seem, no matter what our struggles and trials are, there is always something good just around the corner when we least expect it. Tonight, I got to witness God first hand as I watched my sweet Ginger pull her sweet new babies close to her and wrap them up safe in her arms, close to her heart and under her protection.
I felt God wrap His arms around me Sunday morning, as my heart was torn by the grief I feel for my boys, the uncertainty of their future, but the knowledge that someday they’ll find their way into His arms where they belong.
There is a God who loves me
Who wraps me in His arms
That is the place where I’m changed
And that’s where I belong
Lord, I pray that I never lose sight of this special moment – this tangible love that You have for me, Your daughter. When doubts creep in, when worries work free, when all seems dark, You still love me. You are still there for me, and all I have to do is allow myself to be wrapped in Your arms once again.