Is Maura sitting on your purple velour pants or do you have a purple velour cat blanket? She looks cute and I agree she should rest up and hold out as long as she possibly can.
She was lying on/ against my purple velour pants. She seems to really like those pants, and I very well might just let her have the pants as a blanket. I’m all about making the kitties happy!
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how on earth do you tell Rhyme and Corbett apart? Sure can’t tell from the pictures. They are adorable — tabbys are my fav too đ
I’ll try to get a better picture of the two of them, side by side, but in short this illustrates it pretty well. Corbett, in the back, has a lot of tan coloring in his face and body. Rhyme is all dark brown. Both are equally squeezable, though. Just looking at that picture makes me want to go pick them up and squeeze the stuffing out of them!
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I just overheard one of my co-workers telling another that if you have over 2 cats, you qualify as a âcrazy cat ladyâ. If thatâs true, youâre in deep trouble!!! ha ha ha đ
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I object. I have 3 cats but am not crazy; I swear!! Iâd say over 5 is âCCLâ material. đ
I don’t know what the number is that determines crazy cat lady-hood, but I’ve got to say that two can’t possibly be the number. That’s hardly even cat PERSON level, right there. Five is probably approaching the crazy cat lady neighborhood, but it’s a moot point for me – I don’t think anyone would deny that when you have cats numbering in the double digits, you’re loony for cats. We hopped on that particular crazy train lonnnnnnnnnng ago. I can live with it. As long as you don’t walk into the house and say “Holy COW, how many cats do you HAVE?” from the smell, I’m okay.
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Bolitar’s all “What, lady? What you want?”
Rhyme on my slipper.
Reacher seriously needed those eye boogers cleaned off his face. I cleaned them off, then called him “Boogers McGee” for the next few hours. I amuse myself far too much.
“Madame, I don’t appreciate your tone.”
Reacher and Corbett scale Mt. Carrier.
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I’m beginning to think that Maura may even have a few more weeks before she drops these babies. I’m still not seeing or feeling any movement, and as Fred pointed out last night, Maura’s not nearly as huge and uncomfortable as Kara was the day we got her (which was also the day before she gave birth). Don’t get me wrong, she’s definitely getting bigger, but she’s got a little way to go, I think.
She’s LOVING the twice-daily canned cat food snacks and personal attention, believe me. Really, who wouldn’t?
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Kara, peering over the end of my bed.
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Previously
2009: Beulah thinks this is the MOST FUN EVER, and she crawls up on the back of my leg and hangs on for the ride.
2008: No entry.
2007: I ainât cleaning the frickinâ floors in this house ever again
2006: No entry.
2005: No entry.