C- Section Kittens (WARNING: This post contains Images that may or may not cause you to gag)

Today I see the need to finally tell you about how Percy, Fred and George were born. I've put it off for too long. But I must Warn you: This post contains some VERY bloody images. So if you're one of those gag-easy people, skip over this one, please.

Okay, then. Don't say I didn't warn you.

So where to start...

Oh yes. I came home from Middle School one day this March, and my Mom was in her bedroom, with Katie.

"She's ready to give birth, Hannah." Is what she whispered.

"No way! Cool beans!" Is what I think I said.

Katie indeed, did appear that she was about to give birth; her belly was the size of that of a blue whale, and she had her milk in.

We eagerly waited for an hour. We waited, and waited, and waited.

"What's that bag thing sticking out of her--?" Ainsley asked me.

"Well, I think that's the baby kitten, Ainsley." I tried to respond scientifically, but failed.

By then. my Mom and I had begun to suspect things were going wrong. We Googled, Youtubed, and called people, trying to figure out what was going wrong.

Skipping over some important details, we ended up at the vet's office over and hour-and-a-half later, trying to call a vet to try and look at her. Dr. Vet answered the call, along with Dr. Vet 2's daughter, and fiance, who lived on the premises for the vet office.

Katie was looked at, and it was determined that she would have to have an emergency C-section done. Immediately. I knew that the kittens inside of her were most likely dead, so we were just doing the surgery to save Katie's life. I know. Pretty selfless of us.

My Mom took the next several pictures (I was in the waiting room, trying not to listen to what was going on where all of the other people were). I was utterly repulsed about the whole cutting-open-cat ordeal. But that doesn't mean it wasn't necessary, PETA people.

Katie, before the C-section. Her life was more painful then. Just look at her.

I don't know what's happening in this photo. Wait! Yes I do! That thing Dr. Vet has in her hand is called a kitten. A kitten covered in a placenta.

That's a kitten, not a rodent-thing. I can't really tell which one it is.

This one gets to be extra small, because it's the bloodiest. I probably shouldn't be putting this in here. I expect that that organ is the Uterus, as this was an emergency C-section.

That kitten is either Fleur or Charlie. We gave those two kittens away, when they were old enough. It's not because we didn't like them, it's because someone asked for them, and we said yes.

After the C-section. Five squirmy, undead kittens. And Katie.

So all of the kittens (surprise!) survived. There was Fred, George, Percy, Charlie, and Fleur. That rat looking thing on the left end is Percy, for sure.

Just to show you what he looks like now:

He is such a gorgeous cat.

And here's Fred:

Ignore Susan. She's awesome.

And here's George:

Such a wonderful belly.

And Fleur and Charlie (before we gave them away):

Charlie. Ignore the eyes. They weren't like that.

Fleur.