Gracie visited her boyfriend Sweep and did the 'deed'. They snuggled up like a pair of love birds for two weeks. I think Sweep was quite sad when it was finally time for her to come home. Gracie is very clingy and following Momma everywhere. She walked in, spat at her Daughter, greeted me with a kiss and slapped Lillibet and gave Faith a wide birth. Nothing much changed then?
She looks a little thin, but that is just all the extra exercise she got during those weeks away. It won't take long for that to come back, it's not like she didn't eat anything either! 40 packs of noms vanished along with half a kilo of kibble noms too. So where is it all going? Ahhh, I know, it's going into making more mini cats! OK, I get it now. I wish I could get away with eating that much noms without any ill effects, but sadly I would require the pink tray tout sweet!
But it seems Sweep has done his duty well as Gracie has appeared this morning with pink nipples, a sure fire way to tell if she is pregnant. Combine that and the copious amounts of sick, but only in the mornings and mainly on Momma's bed! I have managed to get to a couple of these outputs and try to sort through the freshly eaten kibble to find me a quicky snack before Momma comes to clean up. I then get a telling off like it's my fault that all this mess is all over the duvet. It's never the CatWomens fault is it? Oh no, they are special, they are feeding minicats in there.
Gracie has been demanding lots more raw food and is enjoying the new hunters menu with turkey and rabbit, but that was just not good enough for her yesterday when she stalked a baby Dunnock on the roof of the House of Fun. She stuck her paw through the wire and grabbed the baby bird, With one quick bite to the neck and then the chest the littun didn't stand a chance. With a mouth full of feathers and teeth well and truly wedged it took ManSlave and Momma to ease her jaw open to drop the baby birdy. She growled and growled and told them off and told all of us off to, she finally had to release the Dunnock, who by now was a little munched. What a waste of a small life, but we were not allowed to have it to munch on either. Momma left us some feathers to sniff and get excited over and Gracie cried that her catch was thrown into the wilderness next door for the 'wild' animals to find!
No doubt Gracie will start to get very rounded now, she looks full down below, just thin on top. The last time she was stuffed full and even Trudy from the Scanning place couldn't detect the five she had in there. This time Momma is wishing and hoping there won't be any C-Sections and all babies can be born at home. Gracie isn't much bigger than she was the last time, so here is crossing paws!
KS =^..^=
She looks a little thin, but that is just all the extra exercise she got during those weeks away. It won't take long for that to come back, it's not like she didn't eat anything either! 40 packs of noms vanished along with half a kilo of kibble noms too. So where is it all going? Ahhh, I know, it's going into making more mini cats! OK, I get it now. I wish I could get away with eating that much noms without any ill effects, but sadly I would require the pink tray tout sweet!
But it seems Sweep has done his duty well as Gracie has appeared this morning with pink nipples, a sure fire way to tell if she is pregnant. Combine that and the copious amounts of sick, but only in the mornings and mainly on Momma's bed! I have managed to get to a couple of these outputs and try to sort through the freshly eaten kibble to find me a quicky snack before Momma comes to clean up. I then get a telling off like it's my fault that all this mess is all over the duvet. It's never the CatWomens fault is it? Oh no, they are special, they are feeding minicats in there.
Gracie has been demanding lots more raw food and is enjoying the new hunters menu with turkey and rabbit, but that was just not good enough for her yesterday when she stalked a baby Dunnock on the roof of the House of Fun. She stuck her paw through the wire and grabbed the baby bird, With one quick bite to the neck and then the chest the littun didn't stand a chance. With a mouth full of feathers and teeth well and truly wedged it took ManSlave and Momma to ease her jaw open to drop the baby birdy. She growled and growled and told them off and told all of us off to, she finally had to release the Dunnock, who by now was a little munched. What a waste of a small life, but we were not allowed to have it to munch on either. Momma left us some feathers to sniff and get excited over and Gracie cried that her catch was thrown into the wilderness next door for the 'wild' animals to find!
No doubt Gracie will start to get very rounded now, she looks full down below, just thin on top. The last time she was stuffed full and even Trudy from the Scanning place couldn't detect the five she had in there. This time Momma is wishing and hoping there won't be any C-Sections and all babies can be born at home. Gracie isn't much bigger than she was the last time, so here is crossing paws!
KS =^..^=
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