Happy Father's Day to me.

Well, step-father.

Well, step-father-ish.

Well, okay, not so much. But they don't make presidential proclamations to proclaim a day in honor of Takers-In-of-Pregnant-Stray-Cats, and even Hallmark doesn't make cards for such folk. So we make do with what we can.

Eight weeks old last Tuesday, and two of the kittens went to their new homes yesterday (including the one above), and one more has had "dibs" called on her and will go sometime within the next week, while the last is being "seriously considered" (which means that I haven't yet had the opportunity to put the kitten into the new owner's hands, because that will seal the deal). Mama Cat is still here with the two remaining kittens, and will be going to the vet later this week to be spayed. (Not "spaded" which I hear far too often, from people who should know better. That's what you do to your garden, for heaven's sake. Gah.) And then within the following week, she'll go to her new home (where one of the first kittens went).

I'm happy that they're going to good, loving homes, instead of trying to survive as kittens in the wild.