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A major problem with being dedicated to two deities who, while not bothered about whether or not you're a monotheist or not, do tend to have slightly different attitudes to things, can be best summarised like this:
- You 'adopt' a cat. This cat is a stray, but has been hanging out around your back yard for a while and has taken quickly to being fed and fussed over. Eventually it moves in, and all is well.
- Bastet looks down on you and goes, "Awww. You're good, looking after one of my Children."
- Eris looks down and goes,"Yeah, that is really cool. But you know what would be even more fun? Pregnant kitty!"
Yeah, we're pretty sure that Jelly is going to have babies some time in the next few weeks (with my luck, it'll happen on July 29th...). Last night both Nick and I tried, during the course of stroking and fussing over her - she's become much more affectionate and talkative over the last few days - to gently check out and palpatate her abdomen, which is definitely getting larger and rounder. When I tried it I got a clawless swipe at my hand, but Nick was able to check her later on (he's currently Flavour of the Month because he fed her pepperoni a couple of nights ago when he was making pizza) and he said he could definitely feel some little 'lumps' in her belly.
As well as that, she's eating less but more frequently, her nipples are becoming visible and she's apparently started looking for somewhere to 'nest'. I spent an hour this morning building her a 'nesting box' using instructions from one of the many web sites about pregnant cats I've read since yesterday evening - but Jelly just sniffed at it a couple of times ad has ignored it ever since. Instead, she's been checking out my room, and while I managed to dissuade her from the electricity cupboard, it looks like she's really taken with the space under my bed. Oh joy.
There are, I suppose, two 'good' points to all this: I guess we now know for certain that Jelly is a girl, and I know know for sure what my charity for Blogathon is going to be - the PDSA, because we're probably going to end up needing their help sometime soon...
- You 'adopt' a cat. This cat is a stray, but has been hanging out around your back yard for a while and has taken quickly to being fed and fussed over. Eventually it moves in, and all is well.
- Bastet looks down on you and goes, "Awww. You're good, looking after one of my Children."
- Eris looks down and goes,"Yeah, that is really cool. But you know what would be even more fun? Pregnant kitty!"
Yeah, we're pretty sure that Jelly is going to have babies some time in the next few weeks (with my luck, it'll happen on July 29th...). Last night both Nick and I tried, during the course of stroking and fussing over her - she's become much more affectionate and talkative over the last few days - to gently check out and palpatate her abdomen, which is definitely getting larger and rounder. When I tried it I got a clawless swipe at my hand, but Nick was able to check her later on (he's currently Flavour of the Month because he fed her pepperoni a couple of nights ago when he was making pizza) and he said he could definitely feel some little 'lumps' in her belly.
As well as that, she's eating less but more frequently, her nipples are becoming visible and she's apparently started looking for somewhere to 'nest'. I spent an hour this morning building her a 'nesting box' using instructions from one of the many web sites about pregnant cats I've read since yesterday evening - but Jelly just sniffed at it a couple of times ad has ignored it ever since. Instead, she's been checking out my room, and while I managed to dissuade her from the electricity cupboard, it looks like she's really taken with the space under my bed. Oh joy.
There are, I suppose, two 'good' points to all this: I guess we now know for certain that Jelly is a girl, and I know know for sure what my charity for Blogathon is going to be - the PDSA, because we're probably going to end up needing their help sometime soon...