Seraphim's Journal of Muses

Freja the Cat and her Little Rats are getting on quite nicely. She wasn't very good at motherhood at first, being her first litter and all, kept sitting on them and such things. But now she seems to have got the hang of it - though she doesn't seem to want to keep the kittens in their nice, safe and warm nesting box, and keeps trying to 'great escape' them out of the room and into the bottom of my wardrobe, where there is a spare bed blanket folded. So far, she keeps being foiled mid attempt - the furthest she has got is dragging one poor squealing kitten towards the kitchen, next to the bedroom.
One kitten keeps trying to escape all by himself... somehow crawls out of the box, and ends up plopped in his mommy's food bowl. Awww.
One of the kittens has a name: Socks. (It's black with little white feet). Another has the name Thor, if it's male.... still so tiny its hard to tell! The other one, we are still musing.....