I managed to be super stealthy the other night, and snap this photo of Kiwi napping next to me on the belly. I’m pretty sure she wouldn’t want anyone to know that she’s actually a sweet, affectionate cat.
This is the third pregnancy she’s experienced with me, and just like before, I often wake up to find her curled up with the belly, or kneading my chest, belly, or hips.
I was pregnant with Lola when we got Kiwi and her sister. They were a few weeks old, and small enough for me to drop into my shirt, onto the top of my belly and chest, where they slept like kangaroos.
I wonder if she remembers that, and if it’s a reason she returns to the same spot when I get to this point, as she normally hangs out and sleeps with the kids. Whatever it is, she definitely senses something about all this.