Yesterday morning, I texted Michelle.
I’m just not convinced Ivy’s pregnant, I said. Can we get her in for an exam? About 10 minutes later Michelle let me know that I could drop her off at the vet right then, so I grabbed Ivy, stuffed her into a carrier, and was on my way.
Around noon, the vet called. Our girl Ivy? She had an ultrasound. And?
FAKE FAKE FAKEY FAKE FAKER.
So between the fact that Ivy hadn’t gained any weight in the previous 5 days (in fact, had even lost a tiny bit), doesn’t have that voracious pregnant-mama appetite, and really doesn’t LOOK pregnant, just a little chunky, I started to think that she wasn’t pregnant. I’ve had enough fakers at this point (Ivy makes faker #7) to know that when I’ve had a cat for two weeks and start thinking “But is she realllly pregnant?”, then chances are good that she’s not.
“You should have taken her to the vet sooner!” you might be wanting to say. Because you missed the part where she was SEEN by a vet before she came to Forgotten Felines. That vet said she was pregnant and would have kittens in 2 – 3 weeks. And I’m not judging the vet because this is the THIRD faker I’ve had who was seen by a vet before I got them and declared to be pregnant. So the fact that I can’t always tell when a cat is pregnant is NOT ON ME, people. If a trained medical professional is bamboozled by a skilled FAKEY FAKEY FAKER, then clearly it’s not actually that easy to tell.
While this is a little bit of a bummer – how CUTE would her kittens be?! – it’s also great news for Ivy. She doesn’t have to go through all that birthing and mothering stuff; she can just stay the baby!
So Ivy is scheduled for her spay surgery (they also shaved her belly to check for a spay scar and there wasn’t one) on January 17th, though they’ll call if someone cancels before then, so she may end up being spayed earlier.
Fred – who was very much NOT looking forward to being alone with a cat in labor – is very relieved. And I promised that I wouldn’t take any other possibly-pregnant fosters until I get back from my trip in January.
For now, Ivy will hang out here with us. If you’re interested in adopting her, better speak up – you can message Forgotten Felines of Huntsville on their Facebook page to inquire.
Ivy is about a year old (maybe a bit younger), a very sweet, snuggly lapcat who loves to make biscuits and who’s a bit of a goofball (you might have noticed.) She’s had very limited exposure to Charlie (a couple of visits from him), and I believe she’ll be fine with other cats as long as there’s a slow introduction. I don’t know how she is with dogs, but my belief is that she’d be fine with a slow introduction to dogs as well.
That picture of Canasta was taken ONE MONTH AND THREE DAYS before she gave birth.
They’re two different cats with two different body shapes but I still think we’ve got a way to go before Ivy has her kittens (standard disclaimer about how I’m not 100% convinced she’s pregnant because I won’t be until she has actually birthed at least one kitten, and even then I might be skeptical.)
Note: Ivy saw a vet before she came to rescue. The vet says she’s pregnant. No idea when she’s due or how many kittens she’ll have; I haven’t seen any belly movement yet (and you better believe I’ve been looking.) The standard rule is that you see/feel belly movement in the last 1 – 2 weeks of pregnancy, HOWEVER I could see it in Canasta a full month before she gave birth. Ivy’s nipples are pale and there’s no milk yet.
So there you go. (Further note: I have fostered 14 pregnant cats; Ivy will be the 15th. Every pregnancy is different.)
Get yer fresh biscuits, they’re piping hot!
Ivy lured me in under false pretenses.
2020: Pretzel’s all “Stop takin’ pictures, lady, and come nap with us!”
2019: I generally tell people who adopt my fosters (and really, anyone who asks for advice) “Begin as you mean to go on.”
2018: No entry.
2017: “Lady, I think you know what I’m thinkin’, but I’ll tell you anyway: you go ‘way.”
2016: TBT: Flat Holly.
2015: (That’s Archie over by the door with the impatient Ears of Someone Open This Door Already.)
2014: Ever wondered what the underside of Molly looks like? Here you go!
2013: No entry.
2012: No entry.
2011: We got ‘em out to the pond, and they went in the water like they were doing us a favor.
2010: If today’s pictures have a common theme, I think it would be “I haz a snuggle.”
2009: Mike & Gus: Brudderly…. love?
2008: What I love about this picture is how appalled Delmar looks that Miz Poo is in the bed.
2007: No entry.
2006: “I’ve got the litter-on-my-nose, needin-a-snack, my-brother’s-pickin-on-me, I-need-a-snuggle, please-stop-messing-with-my-fur…”
2005: No entry.