Have you ever heard of a cat just having 1 kitten? What would you call that? Certainly not a litter. Maybe a lit. Or a little.
I was on the road returning from Berea, KY when my husband, Stephen, calls and tells me I’m a grandma! Our little stray cat (we call her squeek) who showed up at our doorsteps a couple months ago was giving birth. I was a young child the last time I had a cat that had kittens, so I was quite excited about this.
When Stephen called, only 1 kitten was born, but we were expecting 4 or 5 or 6 or… isn’t that the way it normally happens? That’s how I remember it – I guess things do seem bigger when you’re a child. Well, by about midnight still only one kitten. So Stephen decides to go to sleep – expecting several more squirming squeeking little fluffy things by morning. Upon awaking, still only one kitten.
Stephen heads off to work and I arrive back in Charleston in the afternoon and there is still only 1 very cute kitten. I start to get more concerned that there may be some issue that is preventing the others from being born, or maybe the babies had died. So I take her to a vet around the corner and they check her out and lo and behold – no more kittens! They said the one that was born is big enough to be about a week old. It definitely had enough food! And room to grow!
So there you have it – a litter of kitten.
How can anyone possibly have a frown on their face when they look at a kitten? And how can you possibly not let that little “aaawwww” slip out. As soon as a kitten comes into view, those uncontrollable muscles on the side of your mouth automatically start to curve up – “aaaawwww”.
I think I’ll call him “mini-squeek”.