Nutmeg, the Rotund Escape Artist, has no intention of staying put in the maternity ward. Don’t fence her in! She’s free, free as the wind blows.
Not that even the strongest wind could blow her over, but anyway. She was popping out for quick trips to McDonald’s three or four times a day. Once she’d had her Big Mac and shake, she’d demand I put her back! After playing doorwoman for a few days, I decided to let the babies out with her.
She was none too pleased with this turn of events because she thought that was her personal time.
Any mother with new babies knows you have no personal time.
If they’re not pulling her shirt up and trying to milk her every time she stops still for two seconds, they’re stealing her fries. Then they got the idea that if one mother was fabulous, two would be even better!
You should have seen them chasing Clover’s udder around the yard, which is how Clover ended up hiding under this spool table!