When I hang out with Canasta in the evenings, she likes it if I lie down on my side and bend my legs to make a space for her between me and the back of the couch. She slides in there, and then bats at me, at her own feet, and just generally has fun.
“What? I know how to party!”
Then she climbs up onto my legs and takes a nap.
Yes indeed, that belly is growing.
Still a playful girl.
At this juncture, I still think we’ve got at least ’til this weekend or early next week before the kittens come. I could be wrong – I often am – but although her belly has gotten big, she hasn’t yet reached this level of misery.
(Maggie in 2011.)
(Isabella in 2020.)
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Someone knocked the cat bed onto the floor, and Jake climbed right onto it and took a nap. He doesn’t care.
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Previously
2020: No entry.
2019: Such a muffin, that boy.
2018: Flappy McGee’s Monster Egg.
2017: Everyone loves Stefan.
2016: We’ll call her Koko, of course.
2015: No entry.
2014: No entry.
2013: Have we met? You look familiar.
2012: Alice Mo fumes.
2011: She sure puts up with a lot from Fred.
2010: That’s okay, we’ve got plenty of time.
2009: No entry.
2008: We are not keeping him, so you can shut up about that.
2007: “Sponge,” I said. “What IS your problem?”
2006: No entry.
2005: No entry.