Hi cats. Guess who got stuck helping Mimi have her kittens? Me, that’s who. So, I haven’t been able to post because I’ve been busy getting Mimi ready for the Big Day when she will become a mother. I’m even letting her use the storage space by my apartment as the place where she will have them.
I know—I said that there was no way that I was going to do that in my last post. After I posted, though, Mimi came to my window and said, “Grace, if you don’t help me, no one will. And, I’m scared that I’ll do something wrong and hurt my kittens!”
I sighed. Then I told her, “Mimi, God made you so that you know how to have kittens. So, there is no way that you can ‘do something wrong and hurt your kittens’!”
“Oh yes I can,” she yowled back.
I knew that she was wrong, but I saw that she was scared and wouldn’t listen to me. So, after letting out a deep yowl, I said, “Oh, all right. I’ll help you. I’ll even be your birth coach!”
Mimi was so happy when I said that that she jumped up on my window and tried to kiss me. I dodged her, and hissed, “Mimi, you don’t have to kiss me. And, I am telling you that I may have to help you a little, but when the time comes, you will know what to do.”
So, my time has been filled with baby-sitting Mimi, and talking to my friends in the neighborhood. Also, as always, I’m keeping that Mom of mine in line. I’ll talk to you more about that in my next—”
“GRACE! HELP! IT’S TIME FOR ME TO HAVE MY BABIES!”
Oh no, not again. Let me go check on her . . .
<A little bit later . . .>
Errr—I have to go cats. It really is time to for Mimi to have her kittens! Pray for me, cats. It’s going to be a long day—”
“GRACE! Quit typing on that blog of yours and come help me to have my kittens!”
Great! I’ve got a drama cat that’s giving birth on my claws. Cats, please pray that I don’t kill her until after her kittens are born. Thanks!