Naturally I would be the one to get the over-achieving kitten, right? And this time I'm not talking about Brooklyn. No, I'm talking about Dunkin Donuts and the fact that she just had to be in heat as soon as it's kittenly possible! The pamphlets said kittens start to be in heat between 4 and 6 months old...So whatcha know, DD just went right and in embraced it! But...if she's in heat NOW, it means that she can't be "with kittens", right? So me having to listen to this kitty cat concert and having to witness my babies in compromising positions and having to get up a 1000 times a day to go check what's up with her/them is worth is because we are not having baby kittens, right? I'm not gonna be a grandma, right? RIGHT?!?
I don't think Brooklyn's in heat yet, because he's not the one serenading nor is he marking his territory and he just looks kind of confused by what DD is doing and shaking her ass in his face but I think some of the pheromones are getting to him. He might not know exactly what or why he's doing it and I'm hoping there's no juice in his pistol but it does worry me. And we just went through this 2 weeks ago. I thought it should have been 3 weeks in between. But I will gladly listen to all of her concerts for the next month if it means she's not with kittens so we can get them neutered next month. February has never looked better as month!
I've come to the conclusion that cats are like gold fish. Their memory is reset every morning. Like when have I ever put their food in the trash can for them to eat? But still, every morning they insist on trying to get to the trash when I put the wrapping in there. And still, every morning they insist on checking what's gonna come out of the fridge when I open the door. And they both know which drawer is their food drawer.
Cats, I swear...
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