21 weeks...

...and still no kicks or flutters.  Not sure whether to be worried, but at least I have a scan tomorrow and will find out 

*nerves*

I suppose something must be alive in there, cos the bump keeps getting bigger...

Yet more kitteh-related ramblings

One of the nice things about new pets is experiencing the transition from googly-eyed infatuation to love.  It doesn't happen straight away...  no matter how cute they are,.

This week I have started to feel it in my heart for my little Truffle bear.   It's not to say that I don't love Harriet... (it's just that everyone loves Harriet).  But timid little Truffle, so often overlooked, has become my special girl.  Every evening, as soon as I put my key in the door, she hurtles down the stairs, mewing all the way, to greet me at the front door, and then purrs in my arms like a daft, floppy cushion as I carry her back upstairs.  She's so docile when being held, it's a joy to wander around the flat with her purring in my arms.  

Thanks to her mottled colouring and sad-bear face, she remains devilishly hard to photograph - and most of the time comes out looking like an ill-defined brown smudge, put to shame beside insanely cute, photogenic Harriet.  If only I had a better way to convey the tactile charms of my gentle, purring cuddle-bunny, you would love her too. 

Unfortunately she seems to have developed an irrational fear of Glen ever since he tried to catch her for her vet stabbings the other week.  I do hope she forgets about that soon, because it is v. frustrating to see her flee every time he goes near her.  (In the meantime he is being well consoled by Harriet, who is a complete and utter daddy's girl!)

Anyway, for those of you who are not on FB, here are a few recent pics...


( Pics for kitteh fiends - you know who you are! )