This may not be a "celebration" for many folks, but it is for Buck and me.
Many of you who have learned about us know we are "cat people" and have inside and outside kitties.
One of our outside kitties, Chiefy, a female, is one of our favorites. She looks like a dreamsicle, all peachy orange and white and has long, fluffy, luxurious fur. She's beautiful.
Some time ago, I noticed she was most definitely in the "family way," and began to count the days until she presented us with her children.
By the time last Saturday arrived, I was pretty sure she was close to "popping" and implored her to be safe and have her babies here at home.
Yes, I know, it sounds silly that I talked to her as if she understood my words.
At any rate, I didn't see her at all the remainder of Saturday and none at all yesterday.
When she showed up for breakfast and morning "milkie" this morning, she'd regained her girlish figure and I realized I'd been close to accurate with her due date.
After she ate breakfast I watched where she went and wasn't surprised to see that she headed to an area where our unused electric log splitter was. It should go where old log splitters go, but Buck hasn't seen fit to send it there yet. Instead, it's covered with a tarp and an old piece of carpet.
Chiefy disappeared under a space under the splitter and, unless my imagination is more vivid than usual, that's where the babies are. Either that or the wood splitter "meows."
So, Buck and I are parents once again and are looking forward to cute, fuzzy children frolicking on our front porch in a few weeks.