So Rebound, the cat who isn't mine, but who I feed and sometimes provide with sleeping space, was left on her own for most of this week. Between shows, and errands, and trying to help keep my somewhat inane friends ane, I've barely been home. But I did stop by briefly before the Friday night hootenanny. Sure enough, Rebound was in the post position, fully prepared to pivot around my feet, meowing up a storm.
Initially, I felt kind of bad. What if I am the only one feeding her now? But then I took a look at her and realized she's getting kind of fat, so clearly someone else shares possession of this cat, which is fine with me. Then I took a closer closer look. Rebound is not just fat. I believe she is getting full of kittens, a definite floor violation.
I really really really really really hope that she has some other owner that's going to take care of this problem, otherwise, after the kitsplosion, I'm going to assume I'm her primary caretaker, which means, I'm having her spayed. I'm doing my part not to up the grocery bills by shooting out kids (aka point shaving). The cat can do the same.
But if she is, by some chance, preggers, uhhh...annyone want a kitten? Kittens are beyond the salary cap.