Houseguests

A while before I left Iraq, I recieved an e-mail from The Wife that said that I needed to call her "as soon as possible". I did not like the sound of this as you could well imagine. But I called that day and found out that my wife had been driving home listening to NPR talk about homeless pets. OK, no big deal. Then when she got home to our apartment, she had a cat run right out to her from under the dumpster. The urgency for her was to figure out if I'd let her keep the cat (see, I usually get pretty itchy around most felines, so this was not a unusual concern).

I had no problem as long as the cat was healthy and homeless. She took the cat to the vet to check for the micro-chip ID and it was confirmed that the cat was homeless. The cat seemed to be doing very well.

When I came home from the De-mobilization, I was greeted by a very friendly meow and no itching. The Wife was still concerned that I would not let her keep the cat. I am a "dog-person" and while I do not hate cats, I generally would pick one over the other. But the cat seemed attached and I was not having the normal allergic itch.

Then the cat seemed to be gaining weight. (Keep in mind that I've only been here for a week as I post this.) So The Wife put the cat on diet food; she still grew. "Why is she still gaining weight?", The Wife pondered. "Maybe it's a parasite... Or maybe she is pregnant.", I quipped.

Sure enough.

Pregnant.

This morning she started popping out kittens at 7am and stopped after the fifth around 10.