NO KITTENS YET.
Please note: Late last night, between checks on Mama, I changed the way the permalinks are titled on this site; I’m not 100% sure that I didn’t mess things up completely, but the things I’ve checked look okay. This isn’t anything you’d necessarily notice, but it’s something that has bugged me, so I took the leap. PLEASE, if you notice any links that lead you to an error page, let me know! And for that matter, if you ever come across a link that leads you nowhere or gives you an error, I would very much appreciate if you’d let me know. This site has become a bit of a behemoth with over 2,000 posts and pages, and going back through every one of them isn’t something I want to add to the bottom of my always-lengthy “stuff I need to do” list. Thank you!
Tomorrow is April 1st, and I promise you that I will NOT say that she’s having the kittens unless she is really and truly having them. April Fools’ jokes have their place, but kitten birthin’ is serious bidness and nothing about which to act the fool.
Yesterday’s excitement was when I asked Fred to put Mama Kitty in the bathroom so I could give her room a good scrub-down, and then I saw she was hanging out under the Hammick, and I was all “SHE’S HAVIN’ HER BABIES UNDER THE HAMMICK” (which would have been a fairly cramped place to do it, but she’s the boss). Upon review I realized that she’d gone under the Hammick when I was vacuuming the hallway outside her door, because she does not care for the sound of the vacuum. She ain’t SCARED, mind you, she just wanted a quiet place to reflect on what kind of damage she would do to that vacuum if she was of a mind.
So I got her room scrubbed down, the comforter on the floor traded out for a less fur-matted version (she has been shedding like crazy since we got her), and all the stray litter vacuumed up. I told her that now she could give birth in a nice clean room, and to go right ahead and get started, and she just looked at me and asked if I had a snack for her.
(By the way, someone asked yesterday what I’d do if Mama climbed into my lap and started having kittens, and the correct answer is I’d sit there and let her have ’em. Bet I’d get some amazing pictures!)
2014: Which is what happened early yesterday morning, when Jake went looning over by the cabinet, stepped on the mat, and set off a flurry of cats stampeding out of the room.
2013: Charming was NURSING IN HIS SLEEP.
2012: She announced it the entire time. “I’M GOING INTO THE LITTER BOX!” and then “I’M IN THE LITTER BOX!” and then “I AM USING THE LITTER BOX!” and lastly “I WENT PEEPEE IN THE LITTER BOX!”
2011: The Wisteria is abloom.
2010: The problem with warm and sunny days.
2009: “Madame, quite frankly I am appalled that you would take such liberties with me. Did I indicate that a belleh rub would be welcome? I did not.”
2008: No entry.
2007: No entry.
2006: No entry.
2005: No entry.