Not a lot has happened this week. Phew, thank heavens I hear you all breathe.... Well, that is all for the good right? Maybe not as it makes for the dullest of Blogs. I can report, however, that my skin is in tip toppidy top condition. My coat is at the extreme of being groomed to purrfection and I am all but ready to dance the light fantastic on the world stage for you this very day. I am breathtakingly beautiful and know it. I kiss Momma and push my happy little face into her hand and smooch her face and make her kiss my fuzzy little head and I mew happily in her arms. I don't like going on my back but will sit up and be munched about my face and ears. Oh how I purr.
SaBreena is growing exponentially in the belly department. Her nips are glowing red and the milk has begun it's descent. Just on Friday night she was chased up the stairs by her own Mother,Pearl, and out popped her pregnancy plug on the stair carpet. It was a nasty mess that Momma had to clean up and that ManSlave nearly stood in and then gagged! This does mean that her first stage labour is under way and within a few days everything will kick off. For now, she is settled and happy popping in and out of her kitten room. Just this morning I commented on how rotund she now looked and she gave me a terrific clout about my noggin for the comment. Pfft, I was only saying! These pregnant queens really are tetchy! She is eating her weight in kibble and has no cravings. She is a picky feeder and subsequently will be hard to keep weigh on we think.
Dear sweet Flaire piddled on the bed. It was just before ManSlave collected her up in his arms, kissing her and in turn she whispers sweet nothings in his shell like. He sat on the bed and laid back and she purred and squealed with delight as he caressed her curls and she headbutted his stubbly face and trilled at him. Someone always has to sleep in the wet spot, right? And, so it was, he rolled right into the freshly wet linen, where the urine just lays on the surface of the bamboo coverlet and soaked into his clothes. He was FUMING! He also didn't know that she had done it so was cursing Pearl who was innocently sitting playing goosberry on the bedroom stool. Momma knows it's not Pearl as she is still only peeing a ten pence piece of wee! Both of them are outside in Al-CAT-raz due to his girlfriends peeing and Pearl's stress. They have both been setting upon the gravid SaBreena too so that has earned them to be under lock and key.
Dear sweet Flaire piddled on the bed. It was just before ManSlave collected her up in his arms, kissing her and in turn she whispers sweet nothings in his shell like. He sat on the bed and laid back and she purred and squealed with delight as he caressed her curls and she headbutted his stubbly face and trilled at him. Someone always has to sleep in the wet spot, right? And, so it was, he rolled right into the freshly wet linen, where the urine just lays on the surface of the bamboo coverlet and soaked into his clothes. He was FUMING! He also didn't know that she had done it so was cursing Pearl who was innocently sitting playing goosberry on the bedroom stool. Momma knows it's not Pearl as she is still only peeing a ten pence piece of wee! Both of them are outside in Al-CAT-raz due to his girlfriends peeing and Pearl's stress. They have both been setting upon the gravid SaBreena too so that has earned them to be under lock and key.
Last night, whilst watching a film, my dearest Grand Daughter dared to sleep in my favourite bed by the radiator. It is toasty warm there and to add to the comfort it is also best when the heated blanket is still in the basket to snooze on top of. There was Robyn, feet in the air like a dead parrot, body like that of an otter in the eating fish position, eyes tightly shut but listening to every noise. She does suffer from FOMO so I used that to my advantage after trying the obvious of biting her exposed upturned paws. I sat pondering, huffing and puffing and then I had me a wicked idea... I trotted out into the kitchen and routed through the toy box where right at the bottom I had hidden a yellow spring. I keep it there in emergency kitchen lockdown as something to do. I found said spring, announced it loudly, dropped it a few times making the tell tale spring sound on the laminate and then carefully carried it to the lounge rug and gave a holler that I had something mighily special. Just to make it known, I gave it a pat with my paw and Robyn's pixy head appears above the parapet, eyes transfixed on the spring, ears like satellite dishes. I have her attention - this shouldn't take long... SIGH, it took FOREVER!!! I tap the spring again, Robyn sits up alert. We stare hard at each other and I look to the spring and back to Robyn. Her gaze doesn't move from my eyes. I glance down again and give the spring a little shove to send my point home. Her eyes flicker for a second to the spring and back to me. I pick it up in my mouth and muffle something obscure and she sits up and is really taking note now. If only I could get her to come to the spring I could have my bed back. Double sigh. She is settling back down and no amount of mewling is shifting her. She won that one. I walk aimlessly back to the windowsill, pretending to sniff at this and that, jump up and bite her toes hard and Robyn flips over and clouts me back. Gone has the respect for your elders - Millenials!
Just to inform you of today's Roast. It was a little lamb shoulder and Momma smothered it in garlic last night meaning we could even have a taste of it today. Now that is selfish and CatLine said she was right not to feed us alliums in our diet. Momma said it was about as close to Veganuary we are going to get! If nothing else it smelled great and I put on 50g just licking the gravy when ManSlave's back was turned.
Keep safe out there people of the world. The dreaded lurgy is lurking everywhere. Be more cat - wash wash wash.
Your loyal Queen Vee =^..^=
Just to inform you of today's Roast. It was a little lamb shoulder and Momma smothered it in garlic last night meaning we could even have a taste of it today. Now that is selfish and CatLine said she was right not to feed us alliums in our diet. Momma said it was about as close to Veganuary we are going to get! If nothing else it smelled great and I put on 50g just licking the gravy when ManSlave's back was turned.
Keep safe out there people of the world. The dreaded lurgy is lurking everywhere. Be more cat - wash wash wash.
Your loyal Queen Vee =^..^=
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