Remember that time when we thought we lost Pepper because she was gone for two nights? That was a little over three months ago. Pepper never went away like that again and we were happy. Just a week ago, Alex commented on how Pepper has gained a lot of weight after the noticeable weight loss following the arrival of Astro. I felt that all my efforts — bringing her into the bedroom to finish her food and water sans interruptions from Astro — were finally paying off.
So, when Pepper refused to eat her dinner tonight — grilled fish — I felt a little anxious. She had been spending a lot of time under Speedy’s desk which is practically Astro-proof because of a chair that Astro can never squeeze himself through. Pepper was there almost all day today and that was where she crawled back to after turning her back on her grilled fish. I took pity on her and brought her into the bedroom and placed her on the bed where Alex was reading a book. I was answering e-mails and had my back to them. I didn’t even turn around when Alex said, rather irritably, that Pepper had gone crazy. A couple of minutes later, I turned around and Pepper was writhing and panting.
Okay, this part is a little hazy to me. I knew I was screaming and I tried to wake up Sam who had fallen asleep almost as soon as she got home after last night’s sewing machine episode. I took a blanket from the closet and Jen, the house helper, climbed on the bed to lift Pepper and place her on the blanket-lined basket that I was holding (we stole Astro’s bed in a fit of panic). We brought Pepper out of the bedroom.
Ten minutes later, she gave birth to
two five kittens — one was stillborn and still wrapped in a sac (what do you call the sac?); the other ones looked pretty okay. All this time, Speedy had Astro on a leash.
The pet dilemma deepens. How do we keep Astro away from Pepper and the kitten? What do we do with another kitten? It’s not like we — the house helper and I mostly — don’t have to deal all day with Astro’s poop and pee, and play referee between dog and cats.
And it all had to happen on final exams week.
Okay, I take back the nightmare part. It’s a dream. Sort of. I’ve always wanted a ginger-colored cat. Two of the kittens are the color of fresh ginger. Beautiful. :) Hope they all live.
February 27th, 11.42 a.m.
One kitten died about an hour ago — the one with beautiful black/gray tiger stripes.