A couple of months ago we "adopted" a cat, now named Bianca, who over the months got fatter and fatter and we quickly discovered she was prego. One day she suddenly became the Biggest Loser and got super skinny, so putting two and two together we figured that she had had the kittens. Well, today as dad was going to work he started backing out and heard some faint "meows" he got out of his truck and running across the road was Bianca with a little orange kitten. He brought it inside and we played with it for a little while and dad started leaving again (or so we thought) and then came running in a few minutes later with two more kittens and told us that there were more across the street! We ran over and found three more kittens! Six kittens (mom says we can't keep them, but we all know she has a soft heart for kittens) in all! They're so cute!
