Aprosexic - Old age should burn and rave at close of day

Tuesday, October 10, 2006

The Small Cat Diaries. No. 5

Today's lyric:

"Now if you see me drinkin' bad red wine
Don't worry 'bout this man that you love
Don't you think it's sometimes wise not to grow up?"

Rolling Stones: "100 Years"
From the album: "Goat's Head Soup"

The Ginger Whinger is about half way through her gestation and developing nice little panniers along her flanks.

A litter of four would be ideal, as it would mean they'd be small enough not to cause too much of a problem to push out. Also, on the old 'economy of scale' principle, it'd make the selling price much more in peoples' budgets, who would otherwise be unable to afford the average 400 quid market price.

Probably though, she'll end up with one monster kitty and we'll end up keeping it, 'cos it'll have cost a mint to produce!

Labels: kittens