Mom's house is full of people for the birth. We didn't expect that she would have another baby at this point in her life, but we were all excited to meet him or her. She delivers a very large, pinkish colored baby, probably at least 25-30 pounds. Mom is very serene and she nurses it at the kitchen table.
I see the baby and I'm really impressed with its enormous size. Mom says, "Here, Sarah, I have something for you too." She gives birth to a large black cat and gives it to me. "I love it!" I say. Now I have male and female black cats to match my male and female orange cats. (In reality, I don't have a male orange cat, but I used to).
Several weeks pass and I am staying with Mom to help her with the baby. She sees how longingly I gaze down at the baby and she says, "You know, I could have another baby and give it to you. They would be siblings, but you could raise the second one as its mother." "That would be wonderful, if you don't mind!" Mom gives birth to a second baby, about the same size as the first one. This baby has dark skin and a head of shaggy, black hair. She laughs when she sees it and says, "This baby came out Mexican because I've been eating so much Mexican food!" As she said that she gives it some salsa on a spoon before she adds, "I'm going to name it Miguel!" I'm really shocked that Mom could have had two 30 pound babies on different gestational timelines (plus an adult cat) inside her at the same time, and also that eating Mexican food while pregnant makes the baby Mexican. I reply, "That's so cool! Will you also breastfeed it too, though? And not just feed it Mexican food?" She laughs and says, "Of course!" She nurses these two giant babies from two giant breasts at the kitchen table.
It's bed time and I am looking for Miguel to put him to bed, but he's nowhere to be found. I'm worried I might have left him somewhere, so I'm looking under all the furniture. I am becoming frantic and asking everyone in the house where the baby is. Mom and Anne laugh at how crazy I'm acting. They seem to not even know about him, and comment that they thought the cat had Feline Leukemia Virus and might have died. I run outside to see if I left him out there. There are lots of strange plants in yard and pairs of strange birds. Michelle is with me, helping me look, and says, "Ooo, look at these birds, you could just have them instead!" "No, Michelle! I need my baby!"
We run around to the front of the house and see a small black thing in the driveway. Michelle exclaims, "Is that your baby?" I look at it and see that it's a bear cub. "No! And it's mother is probably nearby! We need to run inside and lock the doors!" The Mama Bear chases us in and we run from door to door trying to lock her out. She becomes a ferocious human mother who is determined to break in the house and kill us all. She finally breaks the glass in the front door. We know we won't be able to hold her off much longer.
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