Dear Diary,
It would appear that Mr Fell has finally accepted that Crowley, Muriel, and I all live in the bookshop.
There was a horrifying moment when I walked into the carrier for a snack carelessly left inside (I had thought then*), and he and Anthony took me into their car. I was paralysed with fear that they would give me back to the Authorities (again!), but we ended up at the Vet clinic.
It was about the ultrasound. There was a discussion regarding the necessity of shaving/clipping the fur on my belly. Everyone, including me, agreed to try without such drastic measures. (It's not vanity, I simply don't like changes.) Thank Someone, because it was unpleasant enough!
Miraculously, the Vet spotted four dots, and she claimed they were kittens.
Four kittens!
Crowley and I are so happy!
* Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice, shame on you again, because you're rude.