Epilogues: August 2018
There’s no beating around this bristly, brutal bush. August 2018 dealt some awfulness in extremis at Tabby’s Place.
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There’s no beating around this bristly, brutal bush. August 2018 dealt some awfulness in extremis at Tabby’s Place.
Complacency has no home in the birthing box. That much I knew after a few weeks with the Big Bang babies.
Last night, my foster kitty Talia finally had her babies. Five brand new kitties, right here in my guest bathroom! Nevertheless, my relief over the successful live births shortly succumbed to new mom anxiety.
People with an interest in their own continued survival do not cross LaFawnduh. They do, however, fawn over her. I beseech you, for your own sake: let the fawning commence at once.
If you’ve seen gorgeous photos on this blog, you’ve seen the work of our uber-volunteer, Jessica. But did you know that, in addition to photographic eminence, Jess also has (a) a flair for wonderful writing and (b) one very lucky Tabby’s Place cat of her own?