Lou smiled and nodded, stepping back, satisfied by her answer. "Mistakes happen," he replied, his typical cheerful demeanor returning and he went to feed the pets, then sit down for breakfast. As he started to eat, he chattered on a bit about his typical work day- he was working every day except Sundays from 7 am to 7 pm with a lunch break at noon -and how Betty would probably be giving birth soon. "You needn't worry about her, though," he reassured in case Madeline was uncomfortable or anxious at the idea of helping a cat have her kittens, "she'll find someplace alone and have them there, like she likes." He nodded sagely. "This isn't her first litter. She knows what she's doing-" Betty meowed up at Lou from the floor and he glanced down at her with a grin. "-don't you, darling?"