The tabby’s labor was difficult. Her water broke around one in the afternoon, but there were no contractions. The vet administered an oxytocin shot at two, and it wasn’t until nine at night that she finally gave birth.
Three kittens in total: one white, one black, and one tabby just like their mother.
The newborn kittens looked incredibly fragile. Worried about transferring human scent, we didn’t dare touch them and could
only watch cautiously from the side.
Fortunately, both the mother and her babies were safe, and we let out a collective sigh of relief.
“It’s so late. Won’t your boyfriend be worried if you don’t go home?” Edward asked, his timing as impeccable as ever.
Still recovering from the tense ordeal, I was finally beginning to relax. However, his comment made me shoot him a sharp glare, and I snapped back, “Are you out of your mind?”
After spending this much time together, it was obvious I didn’t have a boyfriend. He was clearly being annoying on purpose.
To my surprise, Edward burst out laughing. And not just a chuckle–he laughed so hard he doubled over, his sunny grin making him look impossibly boyish.
