About a month ago my dear friend and sister-in-law determined that her sweet Cattie was great with child(ren). A few minutes on Google told her that once she noticed the growing belly the pregnancy was already well under way and birth would likely be soon. From that night on I slept with my cell phone right next to me, anxiously and excitedly awaiting the opportunity to hone my doula skills. When the full moon made its appearance last night I jokingly suggested that it might be just the nudge Cattie needed to birth those babies.

If she ever overheard us talking about how we would help her in her time of need she must have rolled her golden eyes because girlfriend knew she wasn't going to need any help at all. In fact, she waited until the whole house was quiet, found herself the perfect little corner (and the perfect pair of brand new Patagonia shorts) and popped three little kittens out like it was no big thing. When I found my phone blinking with three missed calls right in a row and all from the proud Grandma and Grandpa, I knew the day had finally come.

You can believe there were some excited kids when I told them to load up in the car so we could go and meet their newest cousins! And let me tell you, Cattie is a natural little mama. She even seemed proud to watch us all ooh and ahh over her little collection of babies. And then, just to prove even further that she didn't any help, just a few minutes after her crowd of admirers left her alone and gave her a few minutes of peace she went and had two more little kittens!

You were awesome, Cattie, and if your cousins have their way with your Uncle Jammies they'll invite you over here to visit with one of your babies any time.

30 minute old kittens (and one tired Cattie) joy....