Growing Up

My little Mittens is growing up.  Last Saturday, Sept. 24, she turned 6 months.  On Monday evening, she went into heat for the first time.  So she's spent the past several days alternately walking around crying until she tires herself out, then sleeping.  The only problem is that she seems to do a lot of the walking-about-crying part in the middle of the night, so the rest of us are getting seriously sleep-deprived.  We're planning to spay her, but the contract specifies between 7 and 8 months, so we have to wait until November.  I've already requested vacation time in between proofing deadlines so I can stay home and keep her from untying her stitches.

For now, though, it's time to take Freddie for his walk, and then play with Mittens and try to wear her out.  I can't neglect Freddie and Romana just because Mittens needs a little extra attention.

No one ever said being a mom is easy.

Trapped

Poor Freddie!  I finally got maintenance to replace the torn screen.  He can't get out through the hole any more.  The question is, how long until he makes another one?  I had the cats locked in the bedroom while the maintenance guy was here because we have 3 cats and we're only supposed to have 2.  Also, I didn't want Freddie taking advantage or Mitten getting hurt by her own curiosity.  He has to come back tomorrow morning because he was also trying to fix the cabinet under the sink and needs "a machine" to finish.  I think the entire cabinet face may need replacing.

Romana and Mitten just conspired to drop the calendar from the wall back behind the green chair.  I suppose I'll have to retrieve it.  Cats!  Gotta love 'em!