The Prodigal Kittens

Friends, I have found my babies! I really have! I'm sorry I haven't posted in forever. The human kept telling me I should, but I was too busy searching. I looked everywhere. I even was brave enough to go look in the bath tub, but they weren't there. Things were getting desperate, so I wrote a letter to my friend Sweet Praline
who came through for me! If you have a look at her blog, you can see how hard she searched, just in case my babies had somehow gotten into her house by mistake. Although she didn't find them, she did begin to put feelers out, and thanks to her wonderful connections, I have located my children! Allow me to explain.

Over the last two weeks, my human kept muttering "phantom pregnancy". I hadn't mentioned this to Praline until a little while ago, but as soon as I did, she got thinking. "Tia," said she, "You have to slow down a little. You young cats are so eager for life that you don't take the time to consider things propperly. Really think about the words. Break them down a bit." Given that she is an older and wiser cat, and a tortie Persian to boot, I thought I'd better listen. "Phantom Pregnancy," I thought, "phantom pregnancy. Fan Tom, Preg Nancy."

It was like being hit by a sun puddle. I understood! Fan, Tom, Nancy! I now had a lead. Quick as a wink, I ran to the computer and had my human send off an email. She knows a lady called Nancy, you see. Could it be true? I waited with paws crossed, and this morning, a return email came our way. It was true! I was right! Allow me to share with you.

First the fan. This was how the babies escaped from my tummy. On Thursday night while I was asleep, Tom and Nancy sneaked into my house and blew a big fan really hard against my tummy. I didn't wake up because it was only air on my skin, and I'm used to that. Tom and Nancy are two peoples who take care of little ghost kittens. They explained to me in the email that ghost kittens have a hard time getting food from their mummycat, but that they have the means to care for them. They'd heard I was having kittens, and had come to check. They do this with all mummycats just in case they are having ghost kittens instead of babycat kittens. They don't want any kittens to die, so if there are ghost ones, they take them away so that they can feed for them and love them and make sure they grow big and strong. Every night, they sneak into the houses of mummycats really quietly so as not to wake anyone and worry them. Then they check on the babycats. If they are ghosts, they blow the fan. If they are not, they leave as silently as they have come. My human says they're rather like santa clause in that respect, but I don't know who he is. I think they are guardians of cats everywhere.

Ghost kittens are light, say Tom and Nancy, so the fan blows them straight out of your tummy. "We put them in a basket with lots of snuggly warm blankets, and we bring them home with us." I asked why they couldn't have stayed with me. "Ghost kittens are all air and shadow," they reply."If you kept them, you'd not be able to see them, and how can you feed a babycat you can't see?" I couldn't argue with them here. If I couldn't see them, I couldn't go to where they are to snuggle and feed them. They'd be cold and hungry and lonely, and I wouldn't even know! The thought of that makes me quite upset, but now I know they are happy and healthy, it is tempered.

Tom and Nancy say my babies are happy. They promise to give updates on their progress over the coming months, and say they will love them very much.

So there you have it. I'm not quite sure about the Preg part of Fan Tom Preg Nancy, but my human does know a people called Gregg, and he is related to Nancy. Maybe they just made a mistake with Preg Nancy. I think it's Gregg, and that he will help take care of the ghost kittens too.

Tom and Nancy offer their services to all cats in need. If you think you might be having kittens, just get in contact with them. It's worth it in case they are ghosts.

To Tom, Gregg and Nancy, thank you for caring for my babies. I will always miss them, but my grief is made a little easier by knowing that they are in loving arms. To Praline, thank you so much for your wisdom and care. I will never forget the comfort you gave me. To all of you others, your purrs worked, and I thank you for helping my babies on their way to a loving home. I will sleep well tonight knowing that they all have milk and warmth.