Midge’s Home for Wayward Kittehs

It is nice to know, in these times of suspicion and general un-civil-ness, in this period of self-righteous judgment, that there is still somewhere a pregnant kitty without a job can go.

I refer, of course, to Midge’s Home for Wayward Kittehs. (“Kittehs”, by the way, is from I Can Haz Cheezburger, a website I personally find highly amusing. It is pronounced, at least around our home, “kit-tays” or “kit-ehs”. Some people find the “LOL cats” on the site perplexing: What’s so funny about cats? they say. And all I can say is, if you don’t know, I can’t tell you. It would go against the Kitteh Kode.)

So anyway, yeah, my mother has had yet another knocked-up teenage cat appear at her doorstep, this time a cat bringing an equally young male with her. The Tom is clearly, my mother says, in love with the female, and no doubt the father of the little buggers.

They’ve come out of the woods, lured by crunchy kibble, a kitty-sized house with a retractable roof for easy cleaning, and two pairs of friendly hands.

Little Girl, as my mother calls her, has lain in the sun of my parents’ backyard for the last month. Black Tom grooms her thoughtfully and sweetly, and they look at each other through smiling, slitted eyes.

They have more than most, don’t they?

Little Girl had her litter two weeks ago. Five mewling little wards of Midge’s Home for Wayward Kittehs.

Look at these faces!







Can I get you a kitten?