Well, about a week later Jake (our observant one) mentioned that Annabelle's belly didn't look big anymore and she wasn't laying around like she used to. I didn't think anything of it. I knew I hadn't imagined it all (especially since I had to feel her babies kick at least once a day!) Her babies couldn't just disappear! Ok, I admit I'm a little dense at times. It took me while to come to the realization that she could have had her babies! I just didn't think she was that far along. But sure enough, when I looked at her I could tell she had given birth. I was so disappointed! We missed it! And even worse, where were they? I was sure they were dead. I guess mainly cause Annabelle was just having the grandest time wandering around, chasing chipmunks and bathing in the sun. If her kittens were alive, she'd be a good mama and be taking care of them! And I didn't see how she could have carried them long enough. I mean, we just found out she was pregnant! I followed her around for way too long to see if she would lead me to them and finally gave up. I was sure they were dead.
So, when Steven came home that night he got the pleasant job of crawling under the house (in our not-so-fun crawl space) to see if the kittens were under there, since that is Annabelle's favorite spot. The kids and I were all huddled at the small opening trying to peer inside to see with our flashlights, yelling, "Do you see anything yet?" Poor Steven...he's SO good to us! Finally we heard back, "I found them." "Are they alive?" "Yes." Cheers go up from the crowd!!! "How many?" "Two." So, that's why she wasn't that big- I thought. "Are they cute?" "Yes." Steven's answers were short. Lol. "What do they look like? Are they nursing? What color are they? Do they look healthy?" Ok, way too many questions. Let's just wait till Dad can crawl out with them.
And here they are....