I thought I had mentioned this in yesterday’s post, but apparently I hadn’t – Batman and Robin are 9 months old. They might look small in the pictures, but they’re not small cats (although they have really skinny tails!) They are very sweet boys – perhaps I mentioned? – and I like having them in the guest bedroom, because I can go in and lay down on the bed, and Robin climbs right up and lays down next to me. He is such a lap cat! I haven’t taken a nap with them yet, but I’m sure it’s only a matter of time. I bet they’re good nap partners.
Batman reminds me of Magoo when he lays like this.
“What?”
Pretty Batman.
Checking out the curvy scratcher.
Robin, checking out the string.
And hanging out in Fred’s lap.
Batman on the top and Robin in the bottom (though you can’t see him).
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Hey!
“What?”
Who are YOU?!
“I’m ME. Who are YOU?!”
This is my house, cat. Seriously. Who ARE YOU?
“Boy, that Sheriff Mama kitty wasn’t kidding about how dumb humans are. YOU brought me here in THIS carrier, remember?”
Oh, right.
Y’all, meet the new girl. She’s over a year old, and two weeks ago she showed up in someone’s back yard. Did I say “in” someone’s back yard? What I mean is that the poor girl was stuck in a chain link fence trying to get into their back yard. The woman who found her tried to add this girl to her family of rescue dogs and cats, but her elderly cat wasn’t having it, so this sweet girl came here for fostering.
Annnnd did I mention that she’s pregnant? When Susan called and asked if I wanted a pregnant cat, I almost jumped through the phone at her. I said “I WANT HER” and “DON’T YOU GIVE THAT CAT TO ANYONE ELSE SHE’S MIIIIIIINE!” I was ready to run up the highway to Tennessee to pick her up from the vet, but I had just brought Batman and Robin home earlier that day, so Fred suggested I wait until Monday to pick her up.
I swear to y’all, I dreamed about mama kitties ALL weekend long! And I talked about mama kitties all weekend long, too. Fred said I looked like the crazed Justin Bieber fan girl every time I talked about what the mama kitty might be like (all I knew was that she was a tortie).
All weekend long I fretted that she might have her kittens before Monday, but as it turns out, she’s not very pregnant. In fact, if the vet’s office hadn’t done an exam and figured it out, I still wouldn’t know. She’s got a little fullness around her belly, but certainly nothing that screams “here there be baby kittehs” to me. So I think either she’s not very far along, or possibly she only has a couple of babies in there.
Only time will tell!
When I was trying to decide on a naming theme for her and her kittens, I looked through the emails in my cat name suggestions folder. Last year, when I was looking for suggestions for Emmy and her impending babies, Diddleymaz said in a comment:
Also as it’s HM Queen Elizabeth II Diamond Jubilee Year, only the second time a monarch in UK has had one (last time it was Queen Victoria) how about Lilybet and the Royals? Lilybet is the Queens own petname ever since she was a child and there are plenty of younger royals for the kittens!
I really liked this suggestion, and even though it’s no longer the Diamond Jubilee Year, I’m going to go ahead with the idea. I know that PROBABLY what I should do is name her Kate, given that the Duchess of Cambridge is in a family way right now, but she really seems more like a Lilybet to me, so Lilybet she is.
I do plan to have another pool like the one for Emmy last year and Maggie the year before (if you weren’t around for those, basically you send in $5 per guess, guess the date and time she’s going to have her kittens, and then you have naming rights for the kitten of your choice.) Give me a day or two to set it up – I’ll link to it in tomorrow (or Wednesday’s) entry.
I’m not going to restrict the names to only UK royals; if you can argue that a name has some kind of royal connection, I’m going to be pretty flexible about it. (Leona Helmsley = Queen of Mean! Ha.) I’m not going to allow titles as the name, though – ie, there will be no Princess or Prince or Duke or Duchess. I want name names, people. Got a suggestion? Leave it in the comments, I’ll add it to the list of possible names when I set up the betting pool page.
So now… we wait! I can tell you that Lilybet is very friendly (that was a relief!) and she’s a bit of a goofball.
She loves the feather teaser. Seriously, with a wild-eyed passion does she love it.
“I lubs you, feather teaser.”
“I keel you, feather teaser.”
“Serving wench, WHERE is my dinner?”
“Mylar crinkly ball, you will bend to my royal will.”
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As long as you’re comfy, Newt.
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Previously
2012: Mr. Chewy wishes you luck.
2011: No entry.
2010: Too bad the vet has a no-operating-on-humans policy. Or I assume she does, anyway.
2009: I am only so strong, you know!
2008: I don’t have to be loved by ALL my cats, but if he comes looking for love tonight, I don’t know that there will be any love to SHARE.
2007: “Did someone say ‘snackin’ time’?”
2006: No entry.
2005: No entry.