missfrifri

Was woken up by my cat Molly who seemed to've gone a bit mad and tried to hide under my duvet between my legs, then realized that she's probably about to have her little cat babies. At the same time as I try to calm the pregnant lady down (it's like she was trying to bite and scratch me at the same time as she was putting her pawns on me and saying "don't leave me here all alooooone you bitch" granny calls. Naturally.

As I tell granny that I can't talk because little cat babies are being born she's very graphical about how I should beat them to death as soon as they come out, since we won't be able to take care of more cats anyway. I explain to her that this definitely and absolutely will NOT happen. She then proceeds with explaining even MORE in detail how easy it is until I practically hang up on her, only to realize that Molly has managed to hide somewhere else (praying that it's NOT in my closet and that she wants to give birth on my expensive bras.) In the middle of searching My Man calls from work.

- Frida! I called you like 5 times, I really need that guy's name for work!
- I'm sorry I'm sorry but babies are being born here! She's having babies!
- What?? Who's having babies??
- Molly!
- Hehe. What, you need me to call a cab for you or something? Hang tight!
- Shut up it's not funny!
- Yeah it is!

Finally found Molly in Emma's bed, having cat babies right on her duvets. Mummy Eva will NOT be happy. Molly really does look like a scary pregnant person when she's having them as well, her eyes say things like "you stupid fucker who did this to me! I'm gonna rip you to pieces!" etc etc. I finally managed to move her after heavy protests that sounded like a cat's version of death threats. (As a reply to those I heard myself saying "It's not MY fault that you had sex with the neighbour's cat! You made your own bed missy!" Oh dear... I'm talking to my cat about sex.) One cat baby so far, stay tuned for some more baby action ;)