Diary 35
Diary
A round tummy
Mona's tummy has gotten pretty round, and I can't keep my hands of it. Every time I dare to sit down she jumps on my lap to get a hug. When I go to bed in the evening she is upstairs before me. Her pregnancy wasn't planned and normally she had to wait until she was a year old, but she has decided otherwise.
Because of the hormones going through her system she is sometimes not nice to the others, except for Tom the outdoor cat and Pukkie. She loves it when they decide to wash her. Only Pukkie is so thorough I can dry her afterwards.
Mona's tummy has gotten pretty round, and I can't keep my hands of it. Every time I dare to sit down she jumps on my lap to get a hug. When I go to bed in the evening she is upstairs before me. Her pregnancy wasn't planned and normally she had to wait until she was a year old, but she has decided otherwise.
Because of the hormones going through her system she is sometimes not nice to the others, except for Tom the outdoor cat and Pukkie. She loves it when they decide to wash her. Only Pukkie is so thorough I can dry her afterwards.
