Dawnlark Plains as long as i'm living my baby you'll be

to the girl that would very soon be lovingly referred to as kitten, all was well and right with the world.  like all pups she had little awareness of her surroundings — she knew of her brothers and her mother (although unfortunately for daddy, he did not lactate).  

her exit was unceremonious, without dramatics, but still beautiful as all new life was.  surprisingly, she did not cry.  she would suckle for a short while before falling into a deep, dreamless slumber.