$ years ago, while returning from my brothers, we rescued a kitten on the side of I55. She was rather beat up and week and couldn't have been over 5 or 6 weeks old. We called her roadrash because of the skinned up places. She lived and took up residence on my laptop.
Friday at 5 PM, our former son-in-law dropped off the boys so he could go to work. We got pizza and settled in to watch a little TV. Pixie, as we finally named her, came into the living room and started turning circles. The next thing we know, we have a kitten in the floor. We knew she was pregnant, but we weren't expecting them for another week or so. I got a box and a old towel to put her in and the boys got a biology lesson. When she was done at 0200, we had three new additions.
She's a good mom too.
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