Good News and Bad News...

The bad news : My mother's owners are moving. The good news: She's gonna live with us...FOREVER!!!! Ma doesn't seem to mind ; she's actually good with it. I'M SO HAPPY-Y-Y-Y!!! Yip-yip-yippee! Oh! That's Mom at the door. I'll get it!
 Stand aside Friskins. Let me type.
But Mooom! 
No "But"s Friskins. It is my turn. Please step aside. NOW.
Grouch. Fine. Here.
My worthless old owners are moving to some place else and I shall now live in Frisky's owner's humble abode. It is my duty as a pregnant mother that Friskins keeps all paws to herself and remembers her manners. She will not touch my stomach as I am expecting children at the moment. And Friskins?
Yawn. Yeah?
We do not call our mothers "Grouch". Understood?
Yes mother. 
I think I have second thoughts on being happy about Mom moving in.....

Mama, pregnant.