Their eyes are open. They’ve discovered they have claws. They’re becoming little cats, but they still need Graycie, and she’s there for them…except when she gets out of the kittens’ box and looks through the window in the sunroom door and trills sweetly, please open the door and let me out of here…please?
That’s the big news from Milford on a glum, rainy day in May. More news tomorrow about the war in Ukraine and crimes closer to home.
The house photographer, The Trace, has to be an animal whisperer. Graycie is clearly responding to the direction, "Please look serious and maternal." A lovely portrait to be sure. (And knock off one more day if you like, Luc, because I, for one, can go another day without news of the horror being perpetrated on the people of 🇺🇦.)
When I was a new mother, I felt the same as Gracie at times: “Please let me out! What was I thinking?” Gracie will be released from motherhood far sooner than I. We abandoned ours when they were 22 and 25. It was the only way to get them out of the house! They are adorable. both your kittens and my ...GULP...50 something children! Who have gifted glorious children-in-law and grandchildren. So do tell Gracie, it’s worth it!