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Tuesday's Child...

As I sat down here to write, my male cat has climbed up to my desk and is sitting right in front of my monitor. He doesn't seem to think I need to see anything while I'm typing. It's a good thing I'm a touch-typist and don't need to see what I'm doing.

Speaking of my cat(s), I do believe the girl kitty is pregnant. She's either pregnant or growing a rather large tumor in her tummy. She's only eight months old! That's one issue, the other is that the father is....her brother. (No, we aren't from the south)

The reason I know the paternity is because a few weeks ago my youngest daughter came to tell me that the cats where playing. I told her that's nice, mm hmm, ok, yeah, not a problem. I was on the computer at the time so my Automated Mommy Response System was fully deployed. This allows me to let my children believe I'm right there with them, paying excruciating attention to every word our of their mouths when in reality I only hear the noise adults made in the Charlie Brown cartoons.

When my daughter got on the floor to show me what the cats were actually doing while playing I happened to glance over at her and realized this wasn't playing playing. This was PLAYING.

Then, being the highly intelligent woman that I am, I made an appointment to have Dakota removed from the gene-sharing pool of felines in our home. Yes, I realize the barn door had already been open waaaaaaay too long, but I was hopeful. He recovered quite nicely from the whacking off of his, um, things.

I've never had a pregnant kitty in my home before. What do I do? Should I take her for a prenatal check up? Do I give her prenatal kitty vitamins? Make the boy kitty wear a sympathy suit?

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  1. Kitties can start having kitties at 6 months old. That's why El Spot-o shall be having his manhood removed in either March or April.

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  2. Mel, I sure wish I'd been keeping an eye on the calendar because it appears boy kitty did something to his sister that is pretty much illegal in most states. Sigh.

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