The two surviving kittens of the four that were born were named David and Goliath because of the rapid growth of Goliath. After the names were attached to them, David’s growth surge came and doubled the size of Goliath. Now it seems size isn’t the only thing that made David’s name seem wrong. It turns out (as often happens around here) that David is a girl.
What is even more surprising? David has four new kittens and they are in the exact same nesting box where she and Goliath were born.
(As an aside, Boomer, my Lazarus cat, debuted two healthy, fluffy kittens yesterday. I wondered if any of her kittens had survived and when or if she would ever bring them out in the open. They are nice sized and are very fast moving so catching a picture of them will take a while.).
I have had trouble getting on blogger today and besides that I got stung by something. It was black and it was either a bee or a wasp or a spider. I have applied a mix of meat tenderizer and hope to survive. It is my first sting in the four years we have been here. I think I'll take a nap.