The Baby Sirens

Eleven days old and eyes not quite opened yet. The pictures are much more blurry than I’d like–

but we were nearly frantic to get them before Dali came and snatched the babies out of our hands. Which she is more than happy to do if they make the slightest peep.

She’s kind of a weird mom. She acts like she doesn’t trust us AT ALL.

As if we’ve ever gobbled up any of her babies before.

Sheesh.

So our quest is to hold them as much as we can without them setting off the alarm bells…

which then triggers mama, and she comes running. Seriously. One meow and it’s all over. If we don’t put it back in the box she will take it herself. It’s nuts.

Oh, yeah. We didn’t make it. Party’s over. Here comes mama.

Little nark.

 

Surprise Babies!

Three batches of babies in one year?! Holy smokes!

I have to say…this batch of Dali’s was a bit of a surprise.

Well, ok, not like I didn’t know she was expecting…duh…but more that she was ready to have them this soon.

I thought I had a couple of weeks to think about it. In fact, I had the bedding in the laundry to make sure everything was perfect.

I did have the presence of mind to put a box in the closet so when Dali went exploring, she’d see it.

Which she did, thankfully. Five little babies in various stages of stripes and white. Sort of our M.O. over here.

Good job Dali!

Merry Christmas to us!!

The Kitty Mama

Ooooh our babies are getting soooo big!! Cuter than heck, but big none the less.

Kinda too big for this one skinny mama to keep feeding, at any rate. She tries but she just seems like she’s looking for a break.

I mean….there are six of them and only one of her. Gotta start finding homes for them fast!

Pretty sure she’s dreaming of a lonnnng week at the kitty spa.

Be brave sweet Dali!

 

 

That Silly Mama

These little souls were born nice and politely in the big basket that Dali and I agreed upon weeks ago.

But this funny, free spirited  cat of mine is never content to leave things–or babies–where they were yesterday.

So, out on the floor, in the corner of the storage room they go.

Whatever makes her happy I suppose.

Should have named her Gypsy.