The kitties know something is up. Both have been extra lovey lately. Jake (above) has taken to draping himself across my stomach and using my right boob as his pillow. And Rocky, who tends to favor Nate, has started nuzzling me instead. Nate's not pleased with this, mind you. When Rocky decided to leap onto me at 4 am last night, Nate turned to the cat, and muttered "God dammit" in his sleep. Then this morning, upon seeing Rocky on me again, Nate said, "You've ruined my day!"
Speaking of the fuzzy ones, several people have asked us what we're going to do about them when the baby comes. What does that mean? Do they really think we're going to just get rid of our first borns?