I can even count on my paw the days we have to wait until Bubba Invasion - it's 7 whole days! No doubt there will be more food heading into the kitten room and nothing but small nappy sackfuls of the 'brown' stuff coming out! I have also noticed that routine has changed, this is not good at all. Usually, we are able to escape from the kitchen at around 7.30am and hang about until 8am to be fed. But now, Momma is letting Faith out for a wander around the top floor and a quickie play on the landing. Us boys can hear her of course and think it's highly unfair that our morning ritual has been substituted for hers! She even gets fed before us, even though she has snax on tap? I don't understand? YAWP!
Yesterday ManSLave caught Faith launching herself from her cat post, so he shortened it. She was climbing to the very top, balancing in the 3" post and then trying to Thwak the rosette hanging on the ceiling. She was in trouble with ManSlave and squeeked and squeeked when he took the top half away. 'No' he said, laughing at her having a tantrum. I was allowed in to visit as well yesterday (food was locked away). She looks really pretty, I still love her and give her an affectionate kiss (whilst looking over her shoulder to check the food is still there). She looks demure now that she has eaten all that food, but really is it necessary to waddle so? I said "hello chick - you look well!" She purred at me,"Thank you Slinky". I say, "You look kinda, kinda round?" "Mmmm" she says, raising an eye brow, "I am meant to look like this - I am expecting you know". "Yeah" I say, looking clueless "what are you expecting?" "KITTENS SLINKY, KITTENS" she shouts. Oh my, her hormones must be raging? "Sorry" I say trying to cool her temper, I look down and mumble "I was hoping it was a bag of food!" She tuts at me and I ask to leave. So much for THAT visit going well and her sharing her snax with me.
It suddenly dawns on me that we may, as a family, be expecting these illusive kittens after all and it not just a ploy to make her fat to wind me up. I was lucky to get a visit really then. When Mr. Zeus visited, he did get a bit excited at finding his heated bed again, he felt bereft when it was removed from the kitchen and replaced with the smaller version, he can only just get his body in that one! There he was all happily mooching around when Faith says, very politely. "Um, would you refrain from stinking my bed up please and kindly leave." He lays down and ignores her, so she calls TomFun and asks "TomFun, kindly remove 'Securicat' from my bed, he is making it stinky" Sure thing Faith. He bounds over to the kittening box, like Tigger... BOING. "OUT, OUT, OUT, OUT, OUT, OUT" TomFun screams and boings all over poor Mr.Zeus until he finally relents and runs out hissing obscenities at the young buck. "I did it Faith" he announces. "Good" she says and gives him a thorough pasting for being in her room! Poor TomFun, he was only doing as he was asked. Girl cats man, you never know if you are on your arse or your elbow.... Mmmm, do cats have elbows?