Corbie’s afraid you might have forgotten how beautiful he is.
Goofy Corbs.
Thanks, you guys, for your kitten name suggestions! I have to weed through them and pick out my favorites, then double-check that they haven’t already been used before I enter them into my serious-consideration list.
STILL no babies, and Maggie is still eating like a horse. Is it too much to hope that she’ll wait ’til Thursday? Because that would be kind of neat. I mean, not that it matters what I want (GOD, Maggie, so selfish!) or anything, she’ll birth ’em when she wants to.
Every time I go into the foster room, I say “Where are my babies, Maggie?”, and she talks to me, then comes over to be petted, flops over for a belly rub, and then moseys over to the food to graze.
We set up a big carrier in one corner of the room, and put a towel over it to make it nice and dark. I lined the bottom with several towels to make it comfy, and yesterday when I went up to visit with her, she couldn’t hear me coming because it was raining outside (otherwise she would have met me at the door), and I found her hanging out in her cave. I got kind of excited, but she came right out to greet me, and there were clearly no babies nor did she spontaneously go into labor or anything.
What makes me think that perhaps she’s got a little way to go is that when I rub her belly I don’t feel bumps and points like I’d expect, just solid muscle mass. You’d think I’d remember what it was like when Kara had her babies, but that was three years ago, and one of my charms is that after about two weeks any kind of knowledge I have about pretty much everything goes right out of my brain.
I do know that I felt the very faint movement of a kitten in her stomach, so that was neat. Felt like a muscle spasm.
“That was gas.”
Such a sweet girl.
Yesterday, for the first time, Rufus actually climbed into my lap. I wasn’t expecting it, and in fact wasn’t even trying to get him to climb into my lap (usually what I have to do is pull him into my lap, then he stays there, perfectly happy), but he was sitting there letting me pet him, and he was purring like mad, then suddenly he’d climbed into my lap!
We can occasionally hear him in the guest bedroom playing with the toys in there, but I haven’t been successful in getting him to play while I’m in there. I guess that’ll be the next step, when he’s comfortable enough to play while I’m in there.
Such a sweet boy!
Tommy looks like he’s startled here, but he was actually in the process of kneading. When he kneads, he does it for a long, long time. He stares off into space and just kneads and kneads. I always announce “Tommy’s begun the long, slow march to nowhere! Still marching. Stillllll marching,” etc.
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Previously
2010: “GIVE TO ME THE PREGNANT CAT!”
2009: No entry.
2008: No entry.
2007: No entry.
2006: No entry.
2005: No entry.
aww..wish I could cwtch them with you!
Was handsome Rufus already fixed before last week’s visit to the vet? So glad he’s lapping up the attention so soon! How big a boy is he — not something one can tell from photos! And speaking of size, what’s up with Princess Alice of Smugonia?
Kerry, Rufus wasn’t fixed before I took him to the vet last week, so they neutered him and put his ID chip in and all that. He’s still not sure what he thinks about THAT experience! 🙂 He’s not a big boy – I don’t know offhand how much he weighs, but he’s still young (about 7 months old, they estimated), so has some growing to do. Princess Alice of Smugonia is very busy being smug. I’ll have to scare up some more pictures of her to share. 🙂
If I lived anywhere near you, you would be in grave danger of me stealing Rufus. What a gorgeous little devil!
Maggie better not be fake pregnant like your sweet girl from last year. I want to see me some kittens!
Amen to that, Angie! I re-read some of my entries about Maura, and I said a lot of the same stuff about Maura that I’ve said about Maggie, and I thought “Oh please lord…” At least this time I know Maggie was checked over by a vet, so I’m relatively confident that there are really babies in there!
Rufus is such a gorgeous kitty! If I lived closer to Alabama I’d adopt him in a heartbeat.
I cracked up at Angie’s comment cause that’s exactly what I was thinking as I was reading about Maggie…I kept remembering sweet Maura and her “no babies in here” conversations 🙂
Tommy’s face cracked me up!
he he he.. I just LOVE the pregnant stance in that last shot of Maggie..
I’m telling you.. weeks.. 🙂
But I want babies nooooooooooooooooooooooooow! 🙂
*giggles* Aww, Mary Margaret McBride–uh, I mean McMao! I keep goofing that up. You sound like a lovely kitty, Miss Maggie McMao, and I suspect you’ll be an awesome momkitty. *pets*
Hi Corbie! *scritchies* And ooh, Rufus is a lap kitty! Yay!
Oh wow!! Beautiful Rufus! Beautiful Corbie! Beautiful spaced out Tommy!! LOL!! Awwww and adorable Momma kitty!!! I cannot wait for the babies!! Awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww!!!! How exciting! Take care
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You’re making amazing progress with your newest fosters, Robyn! And, no, we can’t forget how gorgeous (utterly, utterly gorgeous) Corbie is… and you wouldn’t let us if we tried! ;-D
Just seeing that photo of Tommy makes me laugh and laugh… I totally know that look. We call it the “thousand-yard stare” around here, and my little tabby Gravy does it all the time.
I love the look on Maggie’s face “Hey lady! I’ll have kittens when I feel like it. Stop bugging me”.
She looks like a big healthy lady cat, I predict 5 kittens.