My furry baby is as wigged out about the arrival of the hairless baby as I am. Look at this place. Are we ready? Please! I guess we could put baby in the corner, on the balance ball maybe? Whether or not she's mimicing my mood, Doodle can't get a grip on the chaos. Sitting atop the bookcase as uncomfortable as can be, longing for normalcy. The normal show's over, Dood.
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Poor Doodle. On the positive side soon you will have cat puke and baby puke to clean up.
happy early birthday, anne! maybe you can sqeeze that baby out the same day!
Deflate the balance ball and throw it out the window like a frisbee. Does this help?
it does help!
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