Happy & Healthy
Kiki has become a grandmother of the sweetest babies ever
I'm taking you to Friday night. My boyfriend and I had just come home slightly drunk from his grandfather's 85th birthday party. There lay Luna. My dear Luna cat. Puffing on the ground and meowing sadly. ‘OH GOD IT'S GOING TO HAPPEN, HELP,’ I screamed.
A few weeks earlier her pregnancy surprised us, uh, quite a bit. Luna is on the cat pill – yes, that exists. Under the pretense of ‘no time, no time,’ Sander and I thought it was a smart option to give her temporary contraception in the form of a weekly tablet and then we would really have her sterilized afterward. Well, the cat pill was given dutifully, but when Luna suddenly started taking on manageable forms four weeks ago, the nipple test came. TOTALLY swollen of course. ‘Sander, I think we're going to be grandparents,’ I still hear myself saying.
‘I've had enough red wine, my cat is in pain and I'm scared of the word suction cup’
Anyway, back to Friday at half past one at night. My cat is about to give birth and I'm so hysterical that I can barely handle it (Sander can't either, but that was more due to the drinks at grandpa's). I type into Google: cat birth and then get a list of the most impossible things I should have at home. Nutri-drops to get the breathing going, scissors for the umbilical cord, the phone number of the vet, umbilical cord thread, a suction cup... A SUCTION CUP. Seriously? I've had enough red wine, my cat is in pain and I'm scared of the word suction cup. My tip to humanity that helps bring kittens into the world: just don't google and let nature take its course.
We focus on Luna, because she is going to be the star of this evening – what am I saying: night. ‘Good girl, just let it come, it's going well,’ Sander says with a double tongue. We burst into laughter when we realize what he is actually saying and after a fried egg, four cigarettes, and two cups of tea, we conclude that it might take a while and then sleep wins over us. ‘But I'll hear it immediately when she groans, and then I'll fly out of my nest,’ I say before stepping into bed. At half past four, I wake up from a strange sound and am standing next to the cat. Her mini-me's (FIVE of them) have just been squeezed out and still have a bit of wet hair. I think I'm dying of love.
‘Only cat pictures on Instagram now’
You understand: in the coming weeks I will only post cat pictures on Instagram. And I'll write a post here and there about my new grandchildren and extremely important grandma duties. Oh and, I'm reserving one kitten already, but in eight weeks the other four can go out into the wide world. Email me at kiki@amayzine.com why you deserve a cute little creature and who knows, we might soon be family. Sort of.
