So despite all my hoping and praying and hoping some more, Canasta went into heat on Monday. And this girl, who has the loudest, most piercing voice ever has a REALLY REALLY LOUD voice when she’s in heat. So Michelle took pity on me and scheduled Canasta to be spayed today (rather than waiting until the spay/neuter day which is scheduled for the week after next.)
Let us take a moment to reflect that Mother Nature is awesome and amazing and also terrible. If Canasta were to get pregnant right now, with her kittens 6 1/2 weeks old, she’d be having another litter in 9-10 weeks. Fortunately for Canasta, that’s not going to happen, and it’s not going to happen for her daughters.
So I’m dropping Canasta off at the vet this morning. She’ll spend the night, and will be back here tomorrow to rejoin her kittens. NO MORE KITTENS FOR CANASTA! (She will continue producing milk until either she weans them or they’re separated from her.)
PS: In a neat coincidence, the kittens are 47 days old today – which is the same number of days we had Canasta before she had her kittens!
2020: Mama Isabella came through her spay surgery just fine.
2019: This laundry assistant is terrible at sock-folding.
2018: No entry.
2017: “Who you callin’ a chunky monkey, lady?”
2016: This seems safe and not at all like you’ll break your neck, little girl.
2014: “MY BUTT, DENNIS. SEE? MY BUTT!”
2013: “CASE CLOSED.
2012: No entry.
2011: Vicious, vicious pups.
2010: “What’s a ‘toes’?”
2009: Like a circus, is what I expect it’ll be like!
2008: HG, on the other hand, behaved himself quite nicely, spent most of the night on the end of the bed (which means I had five cats on the bed with me, but still managed to sleep pretty well) and didn’t make any trouble.
2007: No entry.
2006: No entry.
2005: No entry.