The Story of the Hurricane Litter!
There we were, in the middle of a state-wide
disaster. Two hurricanes,
within two weeks of each other, decided to visit Central Florida, and there
was a third threatening to follow up with a decisive third punch. We
were without power and all creatures in the house were decidedly uncomfortable,
including the mommy-to-be, Kisses.
According to Cheri's calculation,
Kisses was due to whelp on-or-about September 15. Knowing that
we had some time, Cherí and I spent the evening of September 8th out,
in search of air-conditioning.. When we got home at approximately 10:30
PM that evening, we decided to put together the whelping box we had
picked up so that Kisses could start getting used to it. Well, as soon
as we started
putting the box together, Kisses started to get excited. She
was pacing back and forth, getting under-foot, trying to see what it
were doing. Finally, Cherí took Kisses out of the bedroom so
that I could finish putting the box together. Once that was done, we
the bottom of the closet and I set the box down.
Well, no sooner was the box on the ground than
Kisses jumped into the box and sat down. She
settled right in, seemingly knowing exactly what the box was for. Cherí
had to shove Kisses around the box so that we could put some towels down,
but Kisses was still nervous and couldn't seem to get comfortable. That
is when I heard something I have never expected to hear, especially in the
middle of a hurricane ravaged Rockledge Florida::
Hey Eric, did you see that? That looked like a contraction!"
Yep, Cherí, the old hand at this sort of thing
was right. The
whelping box was put together no longer than 30 miutes before the first
of our new charges