Wood Hoop Mama

Got home late last night, 10:30, dragged ourselves cross the front yard and onto the front porch at which point we normally try to round up the troops to come in for the night. Called Høgni mostly, concerned for her pregnant belly. Or at least she used to be pregnant.



Poor thing had a litter behind the wood hoop. We saw her there with three and found another one just a foot away in the garden. Guess she was spreading them around. Actually we're lucky we found that last little guy. Thank God for little lungs.



So... anybody want a kitten?