This is my cat Katie (a.k.a. Squishminsterfullerene, a.k.a. Squishy Ball, a.k.a. Squish).
Katie has a unique ability. She can tell when I’m pregnant.
Ordinarily, Katie is a bit of a loner. She just does her own thing. And though she’ll allow me to pet her and squish her when I see her, she doesn’t ever come looking for me and never NEVER would she wish for me to pick her up and hold her in my arms.
About a week before my positive pregnancy test, that changed. She started following me around like I was made of tuna, rubbing against my legs and meowing like a car alarm. She started seeking me out to sit on my lap, and at night, I’d wake up with her sleeping on my head. Never before has she acted this way. Except when I was pregnant with Phoebe. And also when I was pregnant with Lucy.
Need further proof? Check out this post from 2008. When I took the first picture, I was not pregnant. The rest? Pregnant.
Katie, a.k.a. Squishminsterfullerene, a.k.a. Squishy Ball, a.k.a. Squish, a.k.a. The Pregnometer.