Fun fact: now that Canasta has been with us for 28 days, she has the distinction of being the mama cat who has made us wait the longest for her kittens, except for Margeaux (43 days – and we didn’t know she was pregnant when we got her.)
Someone’s going to ask what the vet has said about Canasta, and this is where I tell you that I don’t see a reason to put Canasta through the stress of a vet visit when she’s clearly healthy. If she weren’t eating, using the litter box, or in any way even slightly distressed, of course I’d get her to the vet. But those kittens are going to come when those kittens want to come, and obviously it’s not time yet.
Thursday she started digging at one of the cabinet doors, which made me think the TIME WAS NIGH (it wasn’t), and I put a second crate in front of that cabinet door (because I don’t want her to give birth in ANY of the cabinets, thank you very much.) She’s looked in both of the crates, but hasn’t spent any time in them.
She’s going to keep us waiting, is what I’m saying.
I love the way Charlie completely ignores Canasta when she slaps at him. (Of note: I haven’t heard her hiss at him for at least a couple of days now!)
Post-breakfast Canasta. If you look at the bulge of her belly right after I ask her if her breakfast was yummy (around 12 seconds in), you’ll see belly movement.
So pregnant, so playful. That belly doesn’t hold Canasta back one tiny bit!
There’s belly movement going on. My prediction: kittens Friday or Saturday. Fred’s predicting tomorrow (Thursday). (We are nearly always wrong, though.)
Throw Back Thursday: 6 years ago, when we lived at Crooked Acres, I would wake up, go take my shower, and then open the bathroom door to most of the permanent residents sitting in the hallway waiting for their breakfast. Archie was pretty new to the family, but he knew how to let me know he was starving.
Throw Back Thursday: February 10, 2018: the exact moment permanent resident Khal decided I was okay. I sat in the recliner where Fred usually sits, Khal jumped up in my lap, and he’s been harassing me to keep petting him ever since.
Throw Back Thursday: Charles and Caroline from 2019. Those two gave me SO MANY great pictures and this is one of my favorites. This one was taken 3 days before she had her 5(!) kittens, the Half Pints (you can see Albert and Willie at @albertandwillie, Almanzo is now Cooper at @dixonpaws, and Charles and Caroline are @charles.and.caroline). I cannot believe those kittens are almost 2!
1 million months pregnant, still playful. We’re gonna shake those babies out of Canasta!
Canasta: last Sunday on the left, this morning on the right. Those kittens have definitely dropped! She ate her breakfast in about 30 seconds flat and is currently playing with Charlie. I would be surprised if we had kittens today. Is all I’m saying. SIGH.
We have alien belly! Let ’em out, Canasta. LET. THEM. OUT!
2020: Kitten as accessory.
2019: Caroline’s birth story.
2018: “Am busy hanging out in the sun.”
2017: Alice thinks if she acts all cute and chatty, I’ll reward her with ham.
2016: No entry.
2015: #Gracie is a big fan of morning #snacktime, if you were curious. #GuardingTheBack40FromHotAirBalloonsAndSongbirds
2014: Angelo would like to know what I think I’m doing.
2013: Jobey-Joe, the tuxie-doe, sure is looking emo, no?
2012: Sugarbutt, if you’re going to get the feather, you’re going to have to work on your swing.
2011: No entry.
2010: Won’t you be my Val-LOON-tine?
2009: SHE IS A VERY HIGH-ENERGY DOG.
2008: He don’t need no stinkin’ valentine.
2007: No entry.
2006: No entry.
2005: No entry.