Weasel gave birth. At the right time, we just miscalculated 63 days.
The birth was from 9:00 to 11:05, but gave us a light all night. Only the son slept (partially). Throughout the night, the cat ran and demanded a quorum of all available people to help in the sacred event - childbirth. When everyone was present, she decided to give birth.
Totally. 6 kittens with a total weight of 602 grams. 4 not small girls and 2 huge boys (preliminary, of course). 1 kitten was forward legs but everything worked out well.
The second stage has come - we need everyone to take the nipple. It is ideal when a particular nipple is "fixed" behind a kitten. And here both Ira and I have a desire to commit genocide. When a kitten pokes into the nipple, even squeezing out a little milk, and he is still looking for "well, where is this thing, useful...?" It must be something like that, and I'll understand it right away, but what I'm being poked into is not exactly like that, although it smells good. For an hour! These “customers” are far from alone! Total despair.
But once we all had nipples, it's an achievement.
Weasel was forced to drink, she even began to run away from the nest (to the tasty ones, of course - she is not stupid!). In one of the races and removed the current kitten bunch. Ma'alenka!