Yes it is me - I haven't gone anywhere you know - just had my paws busy sorting out little Miss Twinkie's, erm, situation.
Yes, yes its confirmed, Twinkie is expecting kittens... and the entire household is in disarray. While my humans have been rushing around like simpletons wondering what to do, I've started looking for homes for the new arrivals.
Since my male two-legs came back from the vets with a look of panic in his eyes, mumbling the words "she's got two, she's got two" over and over again until I had to slap him in the face - I've been putting the word around the Network (my personal link to felines near and far) to find potential homes for the kittens.
So far I've found one, which is good news - and am still on the lookout for another. If the worst comes to the worst, I suppose I'll have to take the other one in - but I ALREADY have so many babies to look after - what with the two humans, and the idiot Monkey, and of course the two canine fools - although I must say Cocoa is pretty reliable, as long as there isn't a Jack Russel around (Cocoa is intensely jealous of Jack Russels for some unknown reason - and reverts to her primitive wolf ancestry whenever one is around).
In the meantime, Twinky is feeling the telltale signs of imminent motherhood. She has got noticeably 'lumpy' and her moods are swinging from hour to hour. Every now and again she searches the bushes for the orange tabby who got her into this mess in the first place - if you could see the look in her eyes when she's out in the garden sniffing for him, you would believe me when I tell you that she would glady beat him up to a pulp at this stage...
Twinkie visits the vets again soon for a check-up to make sure that everything is progressing smoothly. Meanwhile there's nothing else for me to do but to keep watch over her.
As the head of the house, that's my job after all - oh okay, and I'm worried about her too.
J
