adults talking

Danica's arrival prompted one of the little potatoes to act. Whittier made a failed attempt to approach the visitor, but ended up on his back with all four legs paddling uselessly in the air. He didn't seem particularly distressed about being upside-down and went on making his demanding om-nom-nom face in Danica's direction. Bazi watched him, shook her head, and smiled. What an adorable little dolt. The mother stretched out her hind leg and tipped little Whittier onto his side in the hopes that he would continue dragging himself in Danica's direction. Curiosity was a good thing - perseverance even better.

"How does it feel? Is it... great? I mean aside from the poop and the whole nipple-vamp thing." Bazi pulled her leg back but kept her eyes on her brood of pups. "I don't know yet," she answered honestly, flicking an ear back. "Of course it's great that I made them, and gave birth to them - although that wasn't great at all, I'll have you know.. it's just that they haven't existed for more than a couple of days and I'm already exhausted with worry." She turned her twinkling blue eyes on Danica, studying her features. It had occurred to her that Danica might never experience the mixed feelings of motherhood. How would it work? "I'm not at all like my mother. She was a power-house. Knew everything. I'm still figuring out that these guys don't even know how to poop without my help."