But we haven’t found them yet!
Last night, on Sweetie’s Birthday, Sunshine (our white cat) comes up to us and projects: The kittens have been born! Shows me teeny tiny golf-ball sized newborn kittens.
Then she says, They’re like, WOAH! Their ears and eyes are closed and they didn’t remember what it was like being a newborn kitten. I’m telling them they’re fine – you tell them too.
So that’s what we’re going – Hey kittens who are reincarnations of my cat Leo and Sweetie’s cat Snowball, you are growing! Drink lots of mother’s milk – grow your bodies!
We’re also sending lots of gratitude to the mother cat who has volunteered to have our kittens. No, we still have no idea where they are, and I haven’t found the house of the tail-less white cat yet. I’m still not attached to the idea that she is literally the kittens’ mom, because it could just be simple confirmation that they *are* coming, rather than the literal translation of the dream of being born to a tail-less white cat.
I have complete trust that the universe and all our friends in heaven will arrange it so we find these kittens when they’re ready to come home 🙂
Time to buy a cat tree. Yay!