(As of last night at midnight, there were no babies. Like yesterday, I’ll post when I get up to confirm that.)
Edited to add: 6:31. No babies.
Laying on her belly watching TV. Previously, I’d mostly been playing music on the TV. Yesterday I decided to play a TV show. Since we don’t have cable, I had to rely on Netflix or Hulu or HBO, and I went for that perennial favorite, House. She’d glanced at the TV a few times before then, but when House was on, she literally sat there and watched it for five minutes straight. I’d say she’s a fan of medical drama.
So there’s lots of belly movement. She’s definitely got filling – if not full – milk sacs. She has poked her head into the crate a few more times, I’m sure just to tease me. Mostly, she’s been sleeping, eating, using the litter box, and demanding that I pet her correctly (and stomping off in a huff if I don’t.)
She’s so fluffy and has so much belly fur that I’ve been doing my very best to trim it back. It hasn’t been easy because apparently she doesn’t WANT a hair cut, so if she realizes I’m doing it, she stomps off. I’m also a little hesitant because that’s a fairly sensitive area to be wielding scissors (I have a really good pair of grooming scissors we used with George and Gracie), so it’s taking longer than it might in another area. I have managed to clear the area around two of her nipples and to reduce the overall fluffiness, so we’re doing well.
And apparently I’ve got more time to work on it, so maybe I’ll turn on House and trim away while she’s distracted.
(Everyone else got a treat, too – they just tend to scatter all over the place, so Fred has to walk around and serve them. Spoiled? Nah!)
2016: “Come HERE and give Mama a hug!”
2015: Are we sensing a theme here?
2014: Gracey and Kaleb.
2013: Eyeball check!
2012: Then she hits the ground and is like “Wait. I’m a CHICKEN. I can’t FLY. Hmph.”
2011: “There are no other cats. There is only Maggie.”
2010: “That’s right, I done it, copper. I done it, and I’d do it again. I was loopy on catnip, no judge in the world is going to convict me. They’ll send me to rehab, I’ll come out clean and UNREPENTANT. So get out those cuffs and slap ‘em on, I AIN’T SCARED.”
2009: (I like to think that maybe someone who lives down the road was sitting in front of their TV and was struck with the sudden urge to grab the camera and go upstairs, and that they said “But I don’t HAVE an upstairs!”)
2008: No entry.
2007: No entry.
2006: No entry.
2005: No entry.