Did you ever stop an wonder...what is the velocity of poop flung from the paw of a kitten? Probably not. And I have to admit, I probably wouldn't have either, except today was clean up after the last batch of kittens day, and I was shocked at how far and how high up I had to go to clean poop! It reminded me of the silly jokes we learned as kids, like "book titles, and authors." Remember? The one that came to mind today was "Spots on the wall" by Who Flung Du. Well, let me tell you, I KNOW who flung it!
So, my babies are gone, off to the shelter, and on view to find a permanent home. I already miss 'em. It's weird waking up in the morning, and not having to feed them. Seeing little paws under the door, just waiting to make the mad dash out as soon as I open it. I thought I even heard them crying to get out last night. Like the old phantom ring of the cell phone. Maybe I need a break. But I can't. The babies need me. I have a mama and 3 babies coming Monday. I was told mama is very shy, and maybe a little feral, so they want me to take this batch. I guess I have a reputation now. Hopefully, there will be less heartache with this next batch. We can hope.
