Another weekend, no kittens. I do think we’re getting close, and yet that’s exactly what I thought last Monday. SO. Y’KNOW. WHATEVER.
“Pardon me, am busy watching that little dog next door bark. I think I could take her.”
“Pardon me, am having a nap.”
“Pardon me, am having a snuggle.”
“Pardon me, am considering this bed as a birthing spot, just because you will freak out and be 65 kinds of worried, and that amuses me.”
In case you missed it on social media yesterday: this is Canasta last week (left) and yesterday. She gained just under 1 pound in 1 week, and has gained a total of 4 pounds, 3 ounces. (She weighed 8 pounds, 2 ounces when we got her, and weighs 12 pounds, 5 ounces now.)
The Google tells me that pregnant cats gain 2 – 4 pounds over the course of their pregnancy, so she’s on the high end of normal.
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Jake has a sleepy. (That doll bed has a heated pad under the pad, and Jake appreciates the warmth.)
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Previously
2020: No entry.
2019: Kittens in Mugs.
2018: Kristi and Katia’s story.
2017: Squirrel yoga.
2016: “LADY. Come on! You’re late for nap time!”
2015: No entry.
2014: And then Mariette grabbed up the Straw Cylinder and said “MINE.”
2013: “Halloooooo, laydeez!”
2012: Okay, drama queen, dial it back.
2011: Fingers crossed!
2010: No entry.
2009: I wish they didn’t get nervous and run back upstairs if I run into their general direction, like they think they’re in trouble.
2008: No entry.
2007: Smackdown at the Anderson Corral.
2006: No entry.
2005: No entry.