"Do you think the cats pregnant?"
"Either that or it's got the biggest worm in history."
"How longs a cats gestation anyway?"
However long it is it just ended. I just found the cat with attitude with four very new kittens under number four's bed. This may not be the best place to raise your babies, what with the hidden power tools and smelly socks, so I've moved her to #2's bedroom. She is lurking protective of her brood under the chest of drawers.
Number three keeps going and staring at the chest of drawers and I keep telling him to leave the cat alone. I'm worried that she will make off with the kittens and hide them some where I can't find them.
I immediately rang the vet to make an appointment to get her fixed, as I have been meaning to do for about six months. Allowing a cat to breed in oz is a hanging offence. The veterinary assistant (snotty fifteen year old on work experience) sniffed loudly and told me I had to wait at least six weeks to get her fixed.
"Do you know how irresponsible it is to allow a cat to breed?" she sniffs again.
"Yes, that's why I'm ringing to make the appointment."
"Bit late now." Louder sniff from her.
"Have you got a cold?" I ask
"Never mind, I'll make the appointment elsewhere."
Things I have Said To My Husband Today
2 years ago