Hey Sailor! Song of the kitty love-siren.

Our house is filled with unbridled, urequited feline LUST. Emily has gone into heat. We were planning on having her spayed very soon, but apparently she couldn't wait (she's not quite six months old.) I know cats can go into heat before six months of age, but it has never happened to us before. Until now. Oh joy.

On Saturday, the little minx started yowling and chirping and offering up her butt to anyone passing by.

She worked especially hard at trying to entice Alex, but being the eunuch he is, he was utterly unimpressed. At one point he just stepped over her and walked away. I begged with him to ease her sufffering with a, er, mercy "union", but he wouldn't listen.

After some extensive internet reading, I know now that cats in heat flatten themselves to the floor, lift up their behinds, move their tails to the side, and paddle their back feet, all while letting out a large variety of pitiful and/or seductive yowls, meows, and chirps. The look and sound DESPERATE. Lucky us!

There's no one Emily wouldn't give it away to...

Gordon.

Naomi.

Sophie (the DOG!)

And of course, Alex. Not to mention me, Tristan, Julius, and a stuffed toy cow.

 

And when that doesn't work, let's stare out the window and pray for some sexy tomcat to saunter by.

My friends aren't helping by suggesting that she'd have beautiful kittens!

Don't worry, we're firmly in the "Have your pet spayed or neutered" camp. Emily is an indoor cat, but we will have to be extra diligent about making sure she doesn't run outside before her spay.

I slept with earplugs last night. We'll be calling the vet this morning!