Edited to add, 2 pm: Oops, sorry! I meant to post first thing this morning and forgot. No kittens, no signs of kittens.
For a cat who’s 12 months pregnant, she sure seems to be living the life.
Given how perfectly fine Canasta is acting – playing, sleeping, eating like a horse – we’ve opted to put off a visit to the vet. Should she show even the slightest sign of distress, I will get her to the vet immediately, but there’s nothing in how she’s acting that makes me think she needs it. Obviously she just wasn’t as far along as we thought she was when we got her. (Reminder: she had a litter in the fall before she came into rescue; her body has done this before.)
I hear that this weekend is a full moon. Not that Canasta cares.
(Side note: I realized during a conversation yesterday that y’all think when I check on Canasta in the middle of the night, I actually get up and go check on her. I don’t – I have Nest cameras in the room (no, I will not make them public) and checking on her consists of turning over, grabbing my phone, bringing up the Nest app and locating where in the room she is. It’s pretty easy since lately she’s nearly always either on the couch or in one of the beds by the window. It takes me a few minutes to get back to sleep, but if I actually got up and walked to the foster room to check on her, it’d take me much longer to get back to sleep.)
2019: We have an eyeball!
2018: No entry.
2017: Archie, waiting for me to open the door so he can hesitate, think about it, maybe step one foot over the threshold and then stomp away in disdain.
2016: Is she not the most fabulously gorgeous girl?
2015: I don’t know that we’ve had a rare Diamond-Bellied Tuxie before!
2014: ..a chin strap, to hold her ears on! (Orlando’s got one, too.)
2013: No entry.
2012: Lest you think that Everett spends all his time chasing da bird, it is not so. He does lots of other things!
2011: No entry.
2010: No entry.
2008: Elle and Skittles were finally adopted!
2007: No entry.
2006: No entry.
2005: No entry.