I think Ulla decided that she have had enough of this labour thing for now, she got up, went to have a snack, walked a circle in the room and tried to replace the whelping box with the nice, soft sand of the toilet.
I did not let her...but from the expression on her face she had while passing by the closet, I think she has a spare option.
Boys are not allowed into the bedroom, and they eagerly wait, cheer (meow) and guard the entrance.
Will be back, I am going to see if I can persuade Telma's daughter to change her mind on the whelping box.
Errrr, I know I will not bet on succeeding.
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