Least you think my world is consumed by infertility, I have furbabies to keep me busy and entertained.

Especially the youngest cat, Jack. When he wants attention (or food) he becomes the worst trouble maker. He also gets super playful.

When he’s ‘starving’  he starts knocking things down like pens or my water cup, batting ornaments on the tree, or sitting on the counter watching me cook.

He’s great at cleaning up the table after we eat, or stealing food off my plate and growling as he runs away.

Life isn’t all bad.