When the call came in Friday night, it reminded me of the days when I lived in Redwood County and Mom called to tell me one of my goats had babies.

First there was an “Awe!” followed by “How many babies?” followed by, “How are they doing?”

Well, this call wasn’t about a goat — we haven’t had a goat on the farm for quite some time — but, rather, about the free pregnant cat we acquired a few weeks ago.

I think I mentioned in my last blog that we received three free kittens from one farm and a free pregnant cat from another, all in the span of one mid-June Saturday.

The mama looked like it was ready to have its babies any day; but in reality, she just kept expanding —and for good reason.

What I had predicted would be four babies actually turned out to be seven. The Buntjer farm went from catless to 11 cats in about three weeks.

I ventured to the farm on Saturday to see the furry little felines, and mama cat was so proud to show off her litter.

I suppose we should really come up with a name for mama cat before we start talking about names for the kittens.

There’s an all-white baby I think should be called Snowball; at least three gray-striped kitties and the rest a combination of white and gray.

I’m pretty sure it’s going to take another visit by the nieces and nephews to come up with names for all of them, although I think whoever named our orange tabby “Billy Bob” —the name has been shared between the Ellsworth Buntjers and the Fairmont Buntjers now and seems to have stuck — should be banned from ever naming kittens.

I’m willing to take reader suggestions on kitty names. If you have any, please leave a comment on my blog.