We have kittens.

I've only seen Mama Cube once in the last several days and she was skinny again so I know her kittens are somewhere. I came home last night to a skinny and dazed-looking Montgomery Spot as well. Then this afternoon I came home from running errands to see Spot sitting where I normally park the truck ... with two tiny little squirming things between her front paws. "Eeek!" and stop the truck in the middle of the driveway, tumble out and go to her.

Two tiny kittens. One orange tabby striped, one gray tabby striped. Both of them fit in one of my hands at the same time. Spot still looked rather bemused as if she'd brought them to me wanting me to tell her what they are. So half a minute later I'm dumping dirty clothes one-handed out of one of my plastic crates while cradling the kittens to my chest and getting old t-shirts out to put in it for some warmth and dragging it outside onto the back porch. Get them settled in and then get Spot and put her inside and show her the kittens. She's a rather fidgetty mother, it seems. Even when the kittens are nursing she can't seem to sit still. I'm not entirely certain she realizes what they are, only that it feels good when they nurse. I gave her some cat vitamins, I figure she probably needs them.

Now I'm worried there might be other kittens out there and she'll forget to go get them and bring them up to the box. Or that I might kill one leaving or coming home from work tomorrow if she's bringing them up the driveway. Or that Oort or Gray or Kuiper or the other male cats -- even Fuzz -- might kill them when I'm not here. Obviously Oort is at least one of the fathers but still... Fuzz is terribly territorial for a cat who was fixed several years ago.

Geez, the trouble I get myself into.