I’m cat-sitting for geekgirl this month while she endures the small hell that is showing, cleaning and packing her existing residence and looking for and moving into a new one.
After a few days of the experience, I must say her babies are the sweetest and cutest things *ever*. And that’s saying a lot, considering I’m actually a dog person.
Nala seems to be adjusting quite well – prancing around like she owns the place, and taking total control of the armchair.
Poor Bitsy, however, seems to have just gone into heat. The silly dear is moping and drudging around, rolling on the floor, showing me her bum, and generally being floppy.
She’s also making little noises that can best be described as the following combination of human emotions:
-Great desire to love and be loved
-Horrible wanting for the sweet release of death.
I suppose I might sound the same if I were hot to trot and not getting any.