OH, I DON’T KNOW. I DON’T KNOW WHERE THOSE KITTENS ARE. I’M STARTING TO THINK SHE’S NEVER GOING TO HAVE THEM.
I may not have kittens, but Connie’s mama kitty did, so go over there for your kitten fix! RockyCat’s got some, too. In fact, I think EVERYONE BUT ME has them. ::pout::
“Oh, nice view. Look at all that green grass and sunshine. I think I’ll haul all 1700 of these kittens in my belly up to this shelf and look outside for a while.”
“Just napping. Y’know. A lazy day!”
“Gimme that thing. I’m going to become a photographer over the next year until I decide to drop these babies. I’ve got them on the SLOW COOKING setting.”
“What you MEAN I already look huge? That’s rude.”
“You trying to make me self-conscious about my full figure?”
“I’m not sure I like you, lady.”
“I’ll have them when I WANNA have them. Stop rushing me!”
Seriously, I have no idea. I’ve been waking up just about every hour for the last three nights to check on her, and nothing. She spends most of her time sleeping on the Ham-mick, eating, and using the litter box. She checked out the crate a few times, dug a nest in the back of it, and then went back to the Ham-mick. Yesterday morning she climbed into my lap for a while.
She’ll have ’em when she has ’em, and I have ZERO clue when that will be. I never expected we’d still be waiting! Of course, 4 years ago we were waiting for Maggie to have her babies, and she didn’t have them for another two days. SIGH.
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Serious Stefan.
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Previously
2014: No entry.
2013: “You are being a very bad babysitter, lady.”
2012: They are so SHARP, those tiny little teeth!
2011: I think she’s got a moose herd in there.
2010: “Well, goodness me, no,” says Reacher. “I am but an innocent passer-by who prefers not to get involved.”
2009: I weighed the kittens yesterday.
2008: No entry.
2007: No entry.
2006: No entry.
2005: No entry.