Some of you may rember my post about Lily deciding to have her kittens under a bramble bush on the golf course, almost a month ago!

Sadly, we lost one, but the other five are thriving, and are, at the moment, in my big dog crate in the utility room, complete with litter tray, feed bowls plus bed, plus play area - and Mum can get in and out at will. (by turning it on its side, the side door is on the top :D )

We have Beau and Thor as the House Dogs at the moment, and Beau is happily trailing behind me as I do the chores in the morning - Thor prefers to slump down beside Purdey, watching breakfast telly - and this morning I was rushing, as usual, washing feed bowls, putting in fresh food, changing & washing litter trays, etc, etc.    I went outside, to get another bag of litter, and heard all sorts of squeaks & kitten yells - rushed back in again - to find that Beau had managed to jump into the crate - through the top (side door on top, remember) - and was sitting there, very pleased with himself - whilst huddled in the corner, looking most indignant, were five furious kittens!!!   The language!!! - I didn't know that kittens that small could swear so much!

It was a bit of a performance getting him out of the crate, I can tell you - so obviously he has no trouble in associating a crate with a place to relax!

Me - I was late for work (again!!)

Margot   

LOL, Margot :D Another good excuse :D

Daisy

You do live life on the edge :)

Karen

Never a dull moment here at Madness Manor :D

Margot