Would you look at that face? Polite interest and a bit of surprise, all “You want what? Babies? Don’t believe I’ve ever heard of those, sorry I can’t help you. BUH-bye!”
She is JUST SO PRETTY.
A shot from above so you can see the spread. (Heh.)
We were gone for two hours last evening, having dinner with Fred’s parents and sister and her husband. I hoped I’d come home and find Maggie in the midst of birthing 73 babies, but NOT A ONE.
“MAGGIE,” I said. “GIVE ME THOSE BABIES!”
“Nyah,” she said, and then head-butted my hand and demanded I scratch her behind the ears.
Obviously I have a thing for brown tabbies. Hello, pretty Corbie.
Rufus is not only coming out from under the couch more and more, but yesterday afternoon we found him on top of the cat tree in the front room, curled up asleep. I’m glad he feels safe enough to do that now.
When we put him in the guest bedroom at night, I only have to sit down and call to him once, and he comes right over to me for petting and kisses.
“You gonna kiss me, lady?”
Sugarbutt snuggles up to the new bed I bought him at Walgreen. Something about the fact that a cat is snuggled up to sleep in a bed shaped like a dog amuses me for some reason. It doesn’t take much, obviously.
Previously
2010: No entry.
2009: No entry.
2008: Your comments, my answers!
2007: Turns out Maxi had found herself a desiccated frog and was chewing on it.
2006: Whereupon Nick Stokes, Ace Detective and CSI Genius jumps in and says, a dark scowl upon his face, “What is that, some kind of nickname?”
2005: Because there’s nothing worse than having your eyes scooped out with a spork when you’re not quite dead yet, believe you me.
2004: No entry.
2003: Your “shit” discussion is now over. You may move on.
2002: “Momma!” he cried “Momma, I’ll be good! Let me in Momma, let me in!”
2001: “Owowowowowow,” I whined, hand over my eye, and then stomped my foot in frustration.
2000: When I saw it in the theater, the ending so disturbed me that I sobbed all the way home from the movie theater.
Okay, Maggie, this is ridiculous. I chose this morning at 6:00 to give you one last weekend of rest. WHERE THE HELL ARE THE BABIES, DAMMIT???????
GAH!!!
I’m with you, Jennifer! This is getting ridiculous!
It’s a pillow. It’s a pet. It’s a pillow pet (bedforgorgeouskittiesohyeahhhh)!
Have you ever seen a pregnant kitty be so big? Can’t say as I have ever really seen a seriously pregnant cat… just the odd stray running around, which thankfully is rare.
Kristina, the only pregnant cat I’ve known in the past (who was truly pregnant, I should add) was Kara. And when we got Kara, she was the size Maggie was TWO WEEKS AGO. And Kara birthed those babies about 24 hours after we got her!
hahahaha I was singing the same thing when I saw that picture of Suggy. Great minds, I tell ya.
Maggie must have a LOT of babies…or some little moose kittens in there! She is huge! It makes the waiting even worse!! I thought for sure since I didn’t check all weekend I would be looking at baby pictures now. I guess a watched cat never births??
LOVE the kitty bed, I have the striped cat one, came from Walgreens too. but mine rarely get in it!
JESUS CHRIST, MAGGIE!! Give them UP already! You’ll get even MORE yummy snacks, ’cause Fred and Robyn know to treat the unwed baby mamas.
I find myself checking in at embarassingly frequent intervals. I really need to get me a life.
She’s holding out for April Fool’s Day, at which point she’ll make a Volkswagen-sized deposit in the litter box and fart for three hours, and you’ll realize that she was Pregnancy Faker #2.