Tonight may be the night, or it may be another false alarm. Callie released a little more fluid (on my clean sheets, no less), and she rapidly went from purring and cuddly to growling and antsy. I dragged her little cat bed back here into the bedroom and now she's settled down some. Time to play the waiting game again, I guess. I wonder if I should turn my ceiling fan off? Newborn kittens don't like it drafty. As an added little haw-haw, my uncle has already called dibs on any black kittens she may have.
Yours truly,
RagingMoon1987
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