Do you see that cat? That is not Luna. Luna, still alive, is napping unawares on a chair in the yard. She has already been in to eat and since I realized that my cats hate the cat food we got them at Costco and replaced it with Meow Mix, she has been eating a little bit again.
Not much. But a little bit.
This cat, this pretty little gray and white, is a cat I've never seen before. He/she looks healthy but is very hungry. He/she ate all the rest of the Meow Mix and is now eating the Costco food that I refilled the bowl with.
WTF is it with cats around here?
She (let's just call her she) is a bit skittish but not freaky skittish.
Lily and the boys are coming over. They have a flea problem that they've been dealing with for a few weeks and Jason is going to do the full-on extermination solution today so the pregnant lady and children need to be out of the house. Lily's time is coming close to hand. That is just all there is to it. Will this birth be like Gibson's where she was in a sort of prodromal labor for a day or two and then, suddenly, he was being born? We can't judge how things went with Owen because they induced her. She felt crampy last night and I went to bed fully expecting to be woken up in the middle of the night, but no. Still- soon we will be seeing that little woman baby. We can't wait and yet, we must.
All will unfold as it will.
Cat still here. Very tidy little animal, white bib and belly and paws.
Okay. Now he's let me pet him.
He. Balls attached.
No. I do not want a male cat with balls.
We are going to meet Jessie and August at Japanica. We are all craving Japanica. Here is what August has learned to do.
Jessie says that all he wants to do if you put him down is roll. He can roll halfway across the bed. I looked up milestones for babies where I learned (you'd think I'd know this) that babies of four months may be able to roll from back to front. He is at least a month early on rolling from back to front and three months early rolling from front to back.
Jessie walked at eight months. I have a feeling her son may do the same.
So that's what's going on in Lloyd today.
But here. My gift to you.
One of the nastiest, loveliest songs ever written or performed.
The Rolling Stones, Stray Cat Blues. Appropriate, no?
"Bet your mother didn't know you bite like that. Bet your mama don't know you scratch my back."