Our lady of the perpetual tummy
Our extraordinarily pregnant Graycie is exhausted, and she should be. Due any time now, this is the way she spends her days, collapsed on the rug in front of Tracy or…
Trying to get comfortable on Tracy, when Graycie’s not eating, that is.
The kitten-watch has begun, and we’ll keep you posted. Meanwhile, life in the Harris-Truscott manse goes on. Tazzy the Box Cat contemplates the existence of lemons.
And Ruby takes time out for a drive to escape her menagerie supervisory duties.
Awe sweet Graycie. Just a heads up Tracy, I fell asleep with my very pregnant cat sleeping on my chest some years ago. I woke up in the middle of the night and she was actively delivering her kittens snuggled into me on the bed. It was quite an experience. All went well.
Our one-eyed black cat, Kuro, came to us one week before she delivered five kittens, but her pregnancy was very obvious as she was such a scrawny, ugly feral cat otherwise. Now, seven years later, she’s a fat, contented, spayed black fuzzball and her kitties have all found good homes. Good luck to your Graycie!