Privacy!

Babycat tells The Puppy a whole story about needing a safe place to have her kitten. The Puppy hears her meowing and asks, "Is this cat a werewolf?" Babycat asks the fluffy calico through the window. "Where's a good place to have my kitten?" The fluffy calico says, "Find a tire or a closet, I'm not your mom!" In the third panel, I'm looking for Babycat, and she pokes her head out of the closet and says, "I need privacy!"

I wish I had video of all the talking Babycat did the day she had her kitten. It was adorable and I thought she was just being really friendly until she climbed into my Mum’s closet and well, then things got real. Yay for her being a patient cat and yay for big boxes!

Spoiler alert, the kitten’s adorable.

A tabby kitten sleeps next to his mom, the young tabby known as Babycat.

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“Don’t Die, I Love You!”

I was struck by the existential crisis that my little friend and I are a lot alike. We’re both set in our ways and like hanging out with our moms but to be fair I don’t go to wherever the cats hang out and sit there being adorable until they want to invite me into their crawlspace or whatever only to be like, “Nope, byyyyye!”

The mailman told me his daughter is into cats and says when a cat likes you they’ll emit a chemical and they bond with you for life. I’ve told this cat I still want to know her when I’m 60. She vaulted off me, purred, and untied my shoe. She’s really good at that chemical thing.

BeyoncĂ© Made Me Do It?

I get up in the young tabby's face as she's eating and tell her I got her something, and that Beyoncé says if you like it put a ring on it, so I got her a harness. The young tabby calls for freedom and clings to the porch railing calling for her mommy. I mention I could be her radiator mommy.

I don’t offer to be just anyone’s radiator mommy. Yes, I did really do this, she is that cool with me. I CAN DRESS HER!

And when I took the harness off her, she didn’t run away, she just sat down and looked at me like, “Did you get that out of your system? Can I eat in peace now?” Which is a step up from one year ago tonight when she bounced off the walls of the house, sat on the toaster growling at me, and then took off for a week. I would squeak at her from the porch and she would look like, “I’ll come back when you’re gone.”

More on her mom in the exciting next adventure.