Hi Natty! How's it going? How's your weekend? Oh, it's always the weekend now, huh? Well, I hope you are doing great and having a marvelous time. I just got done with dinner. Nothing special on the menu today, just takeout rice for lunch and hot dogs for dinner. Hot dogs rolled in dough then cooked, that is. I should have done something else with the dough. It wasn't inedible, but I have to give myself a thumbs down for its boringness.
Lily and Bro the kittens are not really kittens anymore. They're almost fully grown, and are healthy and they seem happy, so alhamdulillah. Lily should be going into heat at any time now, so hooray for that. Bro logically should already be sexually mature. His cat balls aren't really that big yet. If you happen to be an expert on cat balls, then they could be about two thirds the size of fully grown balls. Since Floofy died, the cat dynamics have changed in the house, and Bro has figured out that I need him, and I can't afford to let him run away from the homestead as male cats do. He's a good boy though, and quite disciplined with his indoor and outdoor time. He hasn't even been going next door lately where I first found him and his sister last Ramadan, just keeping around my house. I need him to mate with Lookie, so I can extend Floofy's bloodline. Lookie didn't show any interest in him the last time she was in heat, but that's what I said just now to her: "I want you to mate with him." She peered back at me all bug eyed from within the Collar of Shame and meowed, which meant "You have to be kidding me!" or "Give me a break!" Bro on his part has been chumming up to her, only to be met with a hiss and an occasional smack, but he doesn't give up. That's good. After all, "The more aggressive chimpanzee has a higher probability of copulating with the female, and thus propagating the species." (Joyce Brothers)
