It's fair to say that Faith has got to the bit in her pregnancy where she is looking at Momma and saying "get them out now". Don't think it will be too long before she will be calling my name and I shall come running to be her birthing partner. Stroke her back, rub her sore bits, steal her noms... urgh huh, I mean steal a kiss!
Today she prefers the floor to the bed really, but Momma laid out a special cream rug (doesn't she know what mess will be made?) so that the little babe can get shome shut eye. Her and Momma are so tired and I don't know where Faith gets her energy from at 2am, 4am, 6am in the morning and how she can see so many invisible insects. But this is the result, a very tired kitty.
I tried to break in today and hung on the door handle, but IT was watching me. I hate having all this technology in the house, we are seen from all angles doing all bad things. It's always when you are doing such things that a Parental appears from nowhere to reprimand you. "YAWP!" I say, "Give me a break, I was only trying to save her from all that over eating". It doesn't work, I am told off yet again because the little princess is sleeping. My cat, what does she do all day in there. Eat, Sleep, Eat, Sleep. She will roll out and I will be here to pick up the pieces!