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I just blundered upstairs to raid the fridge, and noticed a cageful of unexpected kittens in the bathroom. A grey one and a black one, which Fina informs me are provisionally named Fidel and Stalin respectively. Apparently my family just took them in. It seems that a friend of my mom has a male cat, who went out and knocked up some lady cat, who then disappeared leaving the male to take the kittens home.

A deadbeat mother cat. What a concept.

Hitchhike, one of the two grumpy old cats we've had for ages, is none too pleased with the situation. I split a piece of leftover roast lamb with him while we thought matters over. A houseful of four cats again.. I'm pretty sure the most cats we've ever comfortably had at once was three, with the fourth getting constantly smacked around by the others or just going nuts until we gave her away. But, we also had a dog in those days. Who knows?

EDIT: The final names for the little creatures are Che (grey kitten) and Stalin (blick kitten.) Phear.