Edited to add: 6:13 am. No babies.
(As of midnight, no babies. You guys know I write these the night before, right? I’ll add an update when I roll my lazy butt out of bed, just in case.)
What we do have is a sweeter-by-the-day Nola.
One of the changes I made to the foster room after I finished painting it was to convince Fred that I desperately needed a small TV in there. So we bought a very small flat screen and also bought a Fire TV Stick and now there’s a TV in there.
There’s not a radio in there, though, and I’ve always liked to play the radio during the day for fosters. I used to have a radio, but in the mess of repainting and rearranging the foster room, it seems to have disappeared into another dimension. Fred told me that I could use the voice feature on the Fire TV Stick to order Alexa to play me a certain kind of music. I wanted something on the soft side, nothing too jarring. I tried classic rock, but wasn’t crazy about it. I gave classic pop a try, and that was okay.
At some point Sunday afternoon a mix of Enya was playing – I’m not sure how that happened – and I was beyond excited to read that she had a song called March of the Cats, until I looked closer and realized it was March of the Celts. Come on, Enya, time to up your game! On Monday I requested a mix of soft pop. That was pretty good at first until it decided to play nothing but Adele (I like Adele just fine, but not 6 hours of only Adele, thank you very much.) Finally, I requested something soft and easy and relaxing, Alexa decided I needed “relaxing acoustic pop,” and that was pretty much perfect.
(I dearly wish that room was big enough for a small futon. Maybe in the next house!)
I did think I might have some baby news for y’all this morning, by the way. At around 4:30 yesterday afternoon, Nola came to me for some petting, then strolled into her crate and reclined. She moved around quite a bit, and I was all “IT’S BABY TIME!”, and I FLEW down the stairs to grab my camera and other supplies, and FLEW back up the stairs hoping she hadn’t already had her first baby. She was snoozing, and I sat and watched her, and then she turned and looked at me.
“Is it time?” I asked. “I’m here for you, sister. Just let me know what you need!”
Then she stood up, laughed in my face, and strolled back across the room and flopped down, looking ever so pleased with herself.
All that said: I don’t think it’s going to be much longer. Her milk sacs are filling up, the babies are moving even more. I think it’s time, and you better believe I’ll be eyeballing her constantly ’til she gives me those babies.
Look at that sweet little Dewey face. He’s so up in my space at nap time, purring and asking to be petted, and then when I see him outside of nap time and try to pet him, half the time he’s all “Whoa whoa WHOA, lady, have we met? Watch the hands!” Apparently he prefers to keep our love a secret. I BET HE’D HATE IT THAT I TOLD THE ENTIRE INNERNETS WHAT A GREAT BIG SNUGGLY BABY HE IS. Ha ha, Dewey. Now EVERYONE knows!
2016: “WE IS WATCHIN’ YOU TOO!”
2015: “Monday: bleh.”
2014: “Stop camera-stalking me, lady.”
2013: “My goodness! These claws are appalling! I need a pedicure, stat!”
2012: Then Joe Bob is like “STOP SNIFFING ME ::HISSSSSSS!!!!::”
2011: Polite interest and a bit of surprise, all “You want what? Babies? Don’t believe I’ve ever heard of those, sorry I can’t help you. BUH-bye!”
2010: No entry.
2009: Anyone? Anyone? Bueller?
2008: No entry.
2007: No entry.
2006: No entry.
2005: No entry.