The next three of my current five cats are Honey (mom), Missy (daughter), and Bud (son). Missy, Honey, and Smokey have all been spayed, so there will be no more kittens out of this batch of felines.

Honey had gotten pregnant while I was in the process of moving across town, and I was too busy to pay much attention to a cat supposedly too young to be in danger of such. Yeah, right.

Honey seemed to have a normal pregnancy up until the last week, then apparently lost half her litter before they even had a chance to be born. But the other half survived, and she had two lovely yellow kittens, the perfect image of herself. For over a month, though, she searched the apartment for the missing two. She knew, somehow, that something was missing. Such a good mom she was.

When the kittens were old enough, everyone moved outside, and I didn't even try to find homes for them. After she'd had half her litter taken from her, I didn't have the heart to take the other half.