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I have a whole bunch of pics to mess with soon... I went Monday night to take pics of the same family as before. The sun was out on the drive, and when I got there, it got dark. So that sucked. But hopefully I got some keepers anyhow. I really need a zoom lens, dammit. I suppose I could put one on credit. But damn.
So the scare of the night: Last night I went to feed the kittens before bed. I thought they were all in their little carrier in the bathroom, as they often are. I leaned down on my knees to peek in and the glass table top thing we use to block off the bathroom door fell over, fell back. APPARENTLY the kittens were all under the nightstand in the bedroom and the dark grey one had come out to say hi to me and the goddamn tabletop fell on TOP OF THE KITTEN! I must've nudged it without realizing. She was squealing and kicking her legs. I got her out and then ran and got Chris.
The thing that kills me is that I was thinking before how I should take that thing outta there, worried it would fall over. But it's too heavy for the kittens to do anything to it, so I didn't sweat it. Being overthinking mom and all, you know?
Chris said just make sure she's acting normal, eating, playing, etc. And what did she do? Refuse food and went to sleep. She was SO sleepy. I stayed with her until she wanted off me, then stuck her in the carrier with her brothers and went to bed, hoping to GOD she was okay.
Today when I went in, she was rolling around on the floor with one of the other kittens. When I fed them, she ate the most wet food of any of them. THANK GOD. I never would've forgiven myself if anything would've happened to her.