Well, Boots, Peaches here, and it wasn't my humans that're responsible for our crowded house, it's me! It's my own fault that I have to share everything - the beds, the food bowls, the laps...almost two years ago I was wandering around my neighborhood as usual. I was feeling kinda sluggish because my little belly seemed to be expanding. That's when I saw some nice lady on the sidewalk, and I just followed her in her house like I belonged there. I didn't think she'd mind since she kept saying "kitty kitty" to me. Well, all the fuss! Next thing I know she's flying out of the house with some little jangly things called "keys" and she comes back a little later with some little cans of some really yummy stuff. She then dragged something she called a "kitty kup" out of the laundry room, along with a special little box for me to doody in. She said something about some babies that had gone to the rainbow bridge that used to use them. I liked it all so much that I decided to stay, but having been abused, thrown out and abandoned by my last human, I didn't let them get real close to me. I slept under the bed and mostly came out when the boy human was at his friend's and the woman human was at work. Then one day the woman human noticed my little titties were a little swelled up, and said something about babies. I got to really like my humans 'cause they were so nice and would let me get in their laps. After awhile she made me a nice comfy little box that she called a nursery, and to show her how happy I was, I got in it one day popped out three little brats for her. But if I had known she was going to keep them, I might not have done that! Sometimes my woman human looks at me and says "peaciepee, can you b'lieve you da one what give birf to all dese brats?" (I think she thinks she's speaking "cat") and I just look at her with a tired look and think "no". I have no one to blame but myself. sigh....

[This message has been edited by 4 feline house (edited February 13, 2001).]