There are still six kittehs.
Ocean has left her birthing cave to come out and eat and meow at me. I've rubbed her backside and all - gosh she's gotten thinner - but am a bit wary of picking her up, she may still be sensitive.
When she jumps up at me to get on my chest for hugs, I'll know she's feeling better.
No further pics. All there is right now is a lump of wriggling furry kittehs. Other than the grey kitteh, there's no way to distinguish one from another.