I will eventually get photos, but there are at least six kittens scurrying around the pool and climbing the trees and jumping up on the tables and begging for food. I can't prove definitively that Mr. Winkie is the father, at least not until the DNA tests come back. But all the scandalous rumors and hearsay that swirl about this mysterious angry war-ravaged cat make me suspect that Mr. Winkie found his groove, at least once, and/or got Bob the girl cat drunk on catnip.
The kittens, by the way, are adorable.
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