Indigo's been showing more than a little interest in cardboard boxes of late. Experience tells me she won't actually birth in one- silly thing prefers to start off on ME and I'll transfer her to a bigger tub at some point during the delivery. But her instinct tells her to dig and root around in dark places. So I've set the pen up and put a nice box in it, filled with that brown packing paper. It's by the pipes, so nice and warm without being TOO hot, and it's all dark and cave- like. In front is a pad and some toys. Indigo is enjoying her new abode very much indeed.
So is someone else. Silly old Theo. Not quite the idea, boy!