The household cat count remains stable at two, as the kittens are stubbornly refusing to arrive. They seem content to stay inside and kick, which leads to NBK getting a startled look and twisting around to lick frantically at herself.
The Big Mooch (as is his new name) still comes to visit and I'll let him in for a bit so that NBK can see her pal. I'm cruelly foiling her plot to have her kittens under a bush somewhere where I can't find them by not letting her out. He doesn't get access to the Endless Bowl of Food any more, though, despite his pathetic looks. I'm on to your game, buster.