When I hang out with Canasta in the evenings, she likes it if I lie down on my side and bend my legs to make a space for her between me and the back of the couch. She slides in there, and then bats at me, at her own feet, and just generally has fun.
At this juncture, I still think we’ve got at least ’til this weekend or early next week before the kittens come. I could be wrong – I often am – but although her belly has gotten big, she hasn’t yet reached this level of misery.
2020: No entry.
2019: Such a muffin, that boy.
2018: Flappy McGee’s Monster Egg.
2017: Everyone loves Stefan.
2016: We’ll call her Koko, of course.
2015: No entry.
2014: No entry.
2013: Have we met? You look familiar.
2012: Alice Mo fumes.
2011: She sure puts up with a lot from Fred.
2010: That’s okay, we’ve got plenty of time.
2009: No entry.
2008: We are not keeping him, so you can shut up about that.
2007: “Sponge,” I said. “What IS your problem?”
2006: No entry.
2005: No entry.