My in-laws were given a cat a while back, a cat they were told was male and not quite old enough to be neutered yet. It was discovered, however, after a trip to the vet, that said cat was female, older than they thought, and pregnant! Boy were they excited.
On August 4, Stevie (changed from Steve, a bit more feminine) gave birth to four healthy kittens, two of which possessed seven toes on their front feet.
Here they are at one week old, from left, Bella, Zoey, Dobie, and, at this point, the unnamed kitten, as she was the only homeless one at this point.
And here they are at two and a half weeks, plus a bonus solo shot of Zoey, the Bad Kitten.
I’ve been pestering my husband since they were born to agree to take the last one. He resisted, since we already have two, but finally, Esme’s sweet, sweet purr and frightening feet convinced him, and as soon as she’s ready, she’s coming home with us.
I asked Willow, the elder cat, her opinion of Esme joining up. She was not amused.
George, on the other hand, is going to eat my soul.
They’ll adapt. 
