Goddammit...

This morning one of Lisa's last litter from last year came up for breakfast. She's a cute little tiger striped female, obviously named Tiger. Since Lisa had her kittens 2 weeks ago, she's kept Tiger pretty much run off, but here recently she's been allowing the poor little thing to come up.

Well, I went out and was dishing out breakfast, and Tiger was ravenously hogging up Lisa's portion. Not wanting Lisa to whack her, I picked her up and put her on top of her portion. And what do my wondering fingers feel but developing nipples and a certain bulginesss... yes, Tiger is going to be a teenage mother.

I immediately came in and called the vet, hoping I could bring her in today, but no such luck. She has an appointment for Thursday morning, but of course that depends on whether she comes up tomorrow so we can whisk her into the spare room and keep her from eating anything after 10 pm...

I sure hope she comes up for brekkers in the morning... we don't need another litter of kittens around here. And it's all our fault, we knew she was old enough, but we didn't grab her when she'd come up. Fuck fuck fuckity fuck.