Momma (I haven't given her a name yet. Any suggestions?) decided to have her litter of kittens under our chimney up against the foundation of the house. On Fathers' Day, Ginger had her head stuck under there and I heard the most awful growling. I had no idea what it was, but I knew Ginger had no business under there.
As soon as the dogs were in the house, a starving, but beautiful and friendly pastel calico cat came out from under the chimney and asked for lunch. We fed her, of course. While she was eating one of the kids said "Mom, I hear something else down there." Yup. A pile of kittens. Eyes closed. Ears closed. Umbilical cords still there.
So into the house they came. One of the boys fixed her up a nice nest in the basement bathroom and she settled right in.
The kitten pictures were taken today (at 5 days old). The calico baby is spoken for, but all the others, including Momma, are looking for homes. They'll be ready to go in about 8 weeks. Let me know if you want one. :)