SRS BZNS

This is how seriously I take my editorial duties.

It's the skull of a dead possum, not a bust of Pallas, and it's under my bathroom, but....

There was a meeping, as of chickens peeping, peeping by my chamber door.

Three week old kittens, ahoy.



Rufus' most recent litter. Both are female. Neither was impressed by being caught up. I will leave them under the house for another week or so before trying to get them into a box on the porch or basically anywhere easier to get to, and continue to work on their socialization (there may be a third still sequestered in the insulation beneath my old bath tub; I couldn't tell if there was an additional source of vocalizations).

During is a couple weeks from having a litter of her own, so it's about to be kitten-tastic around GMBAN.