On Sunday we were volunteering our usual shift at the Oregon Humane Society. One pair of cats had re-soiled their cage after I cleaned it, so I figured it best to clean it again just before we left. As I lifted one of the beasts out of the cage, I saw what I initially thought was a cat toy stuck to her belly -- more proof of the squalid condition she and her friend had made of her cage. Then, as I she was swinging in mid-air toward a clean holding cage, I realized it was a new-born kitten dangling by its umbilical cord.

So in heroic fashion I shouted, "Jesus Christ, this cat is giving birth!"

Then I managed to get her in the clean cage before hurrying off to find a vet tech to take the responsibility for this off my hands.

Mrs. The Fyd finds humor in my shouting out the obvious, but a fair-minded observer would point to the success of the transition, rather than any involuntary reaction.