Events: haha. I was wrong

I had said three kittens and we were two weeks away.

It was one kitten and born today.

At about 4 AM, Doctor Girlfriend was meowing loudly enough to be heard in the other room.

When I went to check on her, she ran from box to box (I'd left several cardboard boxes in the room), then finally went into the cat-carrier with the towel in it. She kneaded the towel and meowed.

"Oh, it's that time, huh?" I asked her. "You want to have them there?" So I moved the old t-shirts from the other box and put them in the back of the carrier. Then she REALLY started kneading and purring loudly.

And I had to go to work.

I had scenarios in my head all day. Premature kittens? Still-born? Is she going to eat them? Am I going to find a dead kitten in the litter-box?

Got home and she ran to the door when I went to see. No more belly.

"Well, let's see them," I told her and checked the box.

One kitten. I checked the box and--yeah--just one kitten. A little black squirmy thing who has a set of LUNGS and cried when when I picked it up. No idea on sex yet, but it has white feet. I put it back in the box and DG ran in to check her baby and feed it some more.

So, I was wrong about the number and timing, but this also explains the relative lack of size and why there was no lack of appetite (and why I thought we were further out).

Male or female, I'm calling it Libra for now.