Nick and I got a cat when I was 38 weeks pregnant. I could fill you in on the details. Boredom. No mall. SPCA visit. Peer Pressure. Guinness World Record holders. 5 dollars. Twinkie Cat. More like Twinkie Kitten.
I was going to name her Professor Minerva McGonnagal, but it didn't roll off the tongue when she was biting me and I had to yell at her.
I didn't tell you because I felt terribly irresponsible. She hasn't managed to suck the baby's breath yet- so we're good. Molly has lost weight, which is excellent because Molly Weasley was 15 lbs overweight. Most of the time I love Twinkie. Sometimes I don't, like when she is chewing on the laptop cord and I am breast feeding. Or when she learned how to unroll the toilet paper in the bathroom.
So now you know. My dirty little secret. It's a kitten. A kitten named Twinkie.
1 comment:
haha. i love your blog. and I think your baby is cute. :) come out of the swamp and visit MD. :)
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