It takes me back a year when Jimmy came home having been made up to Champion Stud cat, wow, where has the time gone?  Momma had her titanium rods implanted and Faith had a brood of babies, Momma wrote lots for the Your Cat Magazine and I had a Neoplasm removed. Now we are at the stage of Maystarlings beginning to roam about their kitten box.

Both Faith and Gracie are playing musical chairs with kittens and leaving their pen doors open is not an option. Momma watches on the camera as Faith pinches her baby and moves it to the floor to nurse. Really, the floor.  Poor ManSlave yesterday was pounding up and down the stairs rescuing baby cats from all over the bedroom and one time Gracie made it all the way down stairs with Floki in her mouth. This scared Lillibet so much we haven't seen her all day, I think she is hiding under the chair in the lounge.  I am not sure and I could be wrong, but we have a visitor and I wonder if the smell of them has upset the CatWomen a touch.  You see Mrs. Esperanza is here with her two showgirls and they are staying in the House of Fun and ManSlave is sleeping in with Momma and the CatWomen - It's all too much, faith wants to be on the bed with Momma and she can't.

ManSlave has been very good though, looking after all the minicats whilst Momma got some shut eye, she had a big catshow yesterday for us rexy cats and it took all her strength to go and do that as well as entertain Mrs. E and look after all of us. She looks done in - but who am I to comment? ManSlave said as much about himself, that his bags under his eyes were enough to do a full shop in. All of this is because one of Faith's babies is not thriving. He needs lots of latching on. He is very hungry and eats well, so long as you hold him on. Then he cries and races about as though he is in pain. Momma isn't very happy about how he is going forward really, but we will see how his future pans out.

For me, I try to look forwards all the time and think happy thoughts but mainly I just think of my stomach and food... oh food... how I can get into that kitten room and steal it and eat it all to myself... 

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In the early hours of the morning the Stork brought with it two beautiful babies, a Black Smoke boy weighing 81g and a little chocolate girl weighing 76g.  Faith is having a better pregnancy this time, she has been very loving with me and wanted very much to stay in the Parentals bedroom because Gracie had taken over the ground floor flat in the kitten room.  Faith figured that her place on the housing list was higher with her age, but alas, a single mother with more kits moved in and Faith has had to take on a place, on a room only basis!

When Gracie had her babies, Faith was was upset with the whole ordeal because she wasn't getting Momma's undivided attention. She would Thwak Gracie at every opportunity.  But now she has her own kids to deal with she has mellowed somewhat overnight and allowed Gracie to wash her all over.

The birth went well, I don't do sticky stuff so Lillibet and I stayed huddled in the kitchen, only to be rudely awakened by ManSlave at silly O'clock making tea. He was chatting away saying we had a new baby boy arrive and he was black like Jamie and loud like Jamie. and soon there was another on the way. I didn't care much at this point, I was sleeping after all. And to top it off, I was on top of the fridge in the comfy bed which happens to be closest to the full beam of the hallogens in the lighting loom...BAM! AWAKE! YAWP!  Lillibet had a better idea, needing her beauty sleep, she stayed in her tower bed, head dug in deep from the brightness.  So, as long as I am awake... any Noms going??

Back upstairs and a second baby arrived, the sweetest chocolate drop. So much like Lillibet. But Faith was already tired out and she was hardly pushing. Momma had a fight on her hands to get the baby from the sack again as she was so tight up inside Faith with her tummy cord. Trying not to tare her delicate tummy or even pull anything out of Faith... Glad I wasn't there, I would have passed out! ManSlave was just in time with his tea, it was a welcome relief as Momma swapped a wet kitten for a cuppa.  Faith does't 'do' sticky either and washing a wet baby and laying in damp things is not her style. That's what wet nurses are for. Cleaning you up, feeding your kits and handing them back for the photoshoot, all warm and dry.  It was quite a different story from Gracie's litter, where Gracie ate everything and nearly swallowed small wee Kevin whole!

Princess Faith and babies are doing well, even if the Parentals are having to stay awake and latch and clean kittens  24/7. Their suck is just not sucky enough as Faith is acting like a spoiled brat and a spinning dolphin at the same time. How is a tiddler meant to hang onto that and survive?  I would like to show them the ropes, but sadly I am banned from the kitten room - apparently I steal food?! Pffft. No trust!

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I don't know how Gracie has managed to feed and nurture her mini family and be so peeky herself? They are totally oblivious and increase in weight and size daily. Three times she has been to see Simon and three times she has had a FURMOMETER!  Vomiting at 4am this morning was the last straw, Gracie is never sicky and then she did liquid gold and more sicky and that was that. With a bladder stuffed full, she was promptly taken in, squeezed and given antibiotics again. This bladder thing is being tricky, but she made it worse herself by not going for a pee regularly.  Ironically, she used the cat tray in the kitten room just fine, until they were born and then, nope, never to be used again. But, instead, you can apparently keep the odd kitten in there?  Momma heard screaming and only counted three kittens on the camera... where was baby Flaire?  With a mouthful of catgrit, she was screaming in the tray ::shakes head:: Momma rescued her and got out the cotton buds to free Flaire's mouth of fullers earth.  This sounds like it's going to be long winded - not a place for King Cats!

Momma knew that the kitten mouthing had to stop and the thing driving Gracie nuts is her own bladder. Once the antibiotics hit her system everything will start to return to normal. She now only moves Floki every so often as she is the lightest, the others also scream blue murder - the reason for that is their eyes are open and Floki's are not! However sneaky Gracie is about it,  Momma is one step ahead and has put down a blanket with a sheet of crinkle paper beneath it. Gracie can be heard tip toeing over it and it gives Momma a few seconds to catch her in the act of taking one to the loo. Now Floki has eeked her eyes open a tiny bit, I am sure the alarm will sound in the box instead and Gracie has taken to jumping the crinkle paper and waiting a few seconds to see if Momma has noticed.  Of course she has noticed Gracie - did you never wonder what those round robotic things are? Nope? They are all sorts of IT!!!

I wonder if Gracie will show this much due diligence when it comes to potty training them all?

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