It would seem the children in our apartment complex have a sixth sense for detecting new kittens. We suspected one of the mollies was getting close to giving birth, but we never go outside, and when we do, we never look in the little cat house to see what's going on (we're usually pretty focused on wherever we're going, and looking in the little cat house requires looking backward, or to the side if we're coming back in), so we were never sure until today we suddenly had a throng of children descend upon our patio. And we had unfortunately left the gate open, so they came into the patio to get a closer look. The funny thing is they seem more interested in the mother cat this time around.
Anyway. When our neighbors bequeathed all the cats to us, they had given us the impression that they'd succeeded in getting the females spayed. Obviously this impression was false. We did kind of suspect that this one hadn't been caught, though, since she's the unfriendliest one of the clowder (I'm just showing off that I know cat terms). On the one hand, it's happy because kittens!!!! But on the other hand, now we have to figure out what to do with the kittens (although apparently we have a whole gang of children eager to take them off our hands), but worst of all, we have to figure out how to lure this queen into a situation where we can take her to the vet. And that involves getting ourselves in a situation where we have time and transportation to a clinic. We're kind of annoyed about it, because time is not exactly something we've had in abundance. At least we should have a week or two before we have to seriously worry about it. Another molly is looking plump lately, too. Sigh.
In the meantime, we just finished rereading Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone, and we're kind of annoyed that the US version changed it from Philosopher's Stone, like what, you think the readers would be super confused that wizards are apparently into philosophy? As if there weren't all kinds of weirdo terms all over that series. But more importantly, it's just a nice read. I'm really noticing Neville this time around, and I don't know if it's out of pity or admiration. It actually takes a lot of guts for him to care so much about his pet toad when you have everybody else saying, "I'd lose it if it were mine." And when they were at flying lessons, oh man, that must have been terrifying. Poor kid.
Today I'm thankful for getting to read Harry Potter again, finishing our Hanako-kun translation, getting to see the first episode of Magical Girl Ore (to which our reaction is, "What the...?", but I think that's what they were going for, so good job!), getting to see a touching episode of Soul Eater, and potentially exciting (in the happy and less happy way) plans for next week's schedule.