Just kidding. My cat had it's kittens. 5 ugly little bundles of fur. My 9 year old daughter and I went through quite an experience at 9am watching her birth all 5 sacs then eat the placenta..... YUM!
We have one little problem, Pancake. Pancake was kitten number two and the second she came out we knew we had something wrong on our hands. Momma cat only licked her a couple of times before turning from her and starting to pop out more. I cleaned her with a warm towel, but she still looked funny. Later we noticed that she wasn't squirming like the other kittens. She can press down with her arms, but they stay useless at her sides. She scoots with her head and hind legs. So every 3 hours I go upstairs and start the interesting task of shoving a kitten head onto a nipple while my cat looks at me like I have clearly lost my mind. I think we have resigned ourselves to a special needs kitty, which is ok. I live the kind of life that can devote that much time to a rugrat.