Bea's kittens!

So like I said, Beatrice had three kittens yesterday - two pure white ones and one handsome little dark tabby fellow. I haven't checked their genders yet - can you do that with such little ones? - but they all seem healthy and happy. Beatrice is doing a wonderful job. She seems content to snuggle up in her nest and purr and have her head scratched, and she's got both herself and her kittens all cleaned up and fluffly.

I wish I didn't have to leave them in two weeks, but I can't take them home with me. Ang, who was already planning on taking Bea for the summer, said that she'd take the bebehs too, so they'll have a good home for a few months. I think we'll probably keep one, give one to Ang to take with her when she leaves for Chicago in August, and adopt one out. I'd keep them all, but four cats seem a bit much for my wee apartment.

Here are some pictures of the likkle kittehs and their sweet mama over at my Flickr stream. Ain't they just the cutest things? The black one is the most rambunctious - we've been calling it the Squeaky Wheel. Keeps wandering off on adventures and then getting hungry and not being able to figure out why there aren't nipples at the edge of Bea's tail, and getting very noisy about it's displeasure until she gets up and corrals it back to the others.

eta: on a less squeeful note, I just read this article on the link between animal abuse and domestic violence, and I can hear the kittens squeaking in the corner, and it's making me cry. I fundamentally don't understand how people can abuse either animals or other people. I can't imagine what you would have to do to yourself inside in order to be that cruel. I think I will go huggle Bea some more, and be glad that she found herself a home before her kittens were born.