Our little one-eyed cat is pregnant. For weeks now we have speculated on her tiny frame reaching full capacity only to watch her further expand.
While my woman & I were lavishing her with with caressings and attention the other day on our new bed, I found myself saying, "Sweetie, if you don't have your little babies soon they're going to start leaking out of your eye."
"Ohhhhh... poor thing," my woman said with a laugh, "What a terrible thing to say."
"She didn't understand me - she'll be just fine," I answered with guilty amusement.
We layed on the bed with her, scratching her tiny grey ears and gently stroking her belly.
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