Hey, Maggie, you gonna give me those babies today?
“Well, lady, it’s like this.”
“Today’s not your day, and tomorrow’s not looking so hot, either.”
Those of you who’ve asked whether Maggie’s really pregnant, all I can say is that they checked her over at the clinic and told me she was ready to pop at any time. Last year, Maura was tested, but I don’t think she was actually examined. All I can say is that Maggie’s nipples are way more prominent than Maura’s ever were and that I spend way more time than I would have ever believed possible discussing a cat’s nipples. Fred has counted Maggie’s nipples and informed me that there are eight. Which is nice to know. I think.
Only time will tell whether she’s really pregnant; I believe she is. But how likely is it that I’d end up getting TWO cats that I thought were pregnant but really aren’t, after all?
(Oh, wait. We’re talking about ME, aren’t we? That certainly increases the odds!)
Princess Alice of Smugonia in her favorite tongue-and-fangs pose.
Previously
2010: “Wait and see” is my favorite move when it comes to feeling poorly.
2009: In an alternate reality I was bellowing “Well NO ONE INVITED YOU TO DINNER, PRINCESS!” and smacking her upside the head.
2008: No entry.
2007: No entry.
2006: It’s like I’ve never met myself before or something. “Yeah, I’ll let the spud take the car to school, and I’ll be stuck at home, thus NATURALLY I will feel compelled to do housework!”
2005: Old pictures.
2004: (Bwahaha! That’d be the shortest study in the history of mankind, eh?)
2003: No entry.
2002: No entry.
2001: Takes all kinds, I guess.
2000: A life of excitement, thrills and chills, lemme tell ya!