life with a new baby
Pets
It ain’t easy being a cat
Apr 28th
Andrew likes to play with Nathan’s toys. So much so that I’ve had to start reprimanding him for it. Poor, sweet Andrew. None of the cats get all the attention that they used to before Nathan came along… but Andrew was my baby and I was constantly showering him with attention. Now, he has to share me with this tiny, chunky little human who screams really loudly and doesn’t understand the concept of “gentle” just yet.
Nathan’s “gentle” consists of smacking Andrew in the head with his slobbery hands. Or pulling Andrews lips open and peering at his teeth. All the other cats manage to keep their distance from this mischievous little human, but not Andrew. I think he likes Nathan, rough petting and all.
Andrew gets a little jealous at times. He’s never, ever mean about it, though, and he would never bite or scratch anyone, but you can tell that his feline feelings are hurt. When I’m playing with Nathan, Andrew will often stand to the side with his head cocked, sulking, with a look of longing on his face. Sometimes he will meow ever so pitifully, until I call him over to pet him. And when Nathan’s not playing with his toys, Andrew will sometimes sit on them.
Hopefully, Andrew and Nathan will bond as Nathan grows older and has better motor control. Andrew’s a great cat, and Nathan would never have cold feet when he sleeps, that’s for sure.
“Sibling” Rivalry
Mar 8th
Our cats always seem to have it out for each other… in a very passive-aggressive way. Although the physical “cat fights” themselves are rare, (sometimes Turbo will swat at Kayli. Other times Andrew will smack his tail into Turbo’s face) the physical altercations are no match for the MIND WARS they tirelessly play with each other.
Take the above picture, for instance. Meeper, the cat on the right, was sleeping peacefully in the cat bed, minding his own business when along comes Kayli (the cat on the left who is attempting to look smug). But instead of finding an unoccupied nook to nestle in, she decided she would usurp Meeper’s bed.
So she just sauntered over to him and SAT ON HIM, using her body fat to push him into a sitting position.
And Meeper LET HER. He just sat up on his back legs, gave her a rather intense Evil Eye, and meowed a few times… but never tried to reclaim his bed.
Of course, that’s not the only time one of our cats has used his or her body weight to bully Meeper. Turbo is the reining champion when it comes to sitting on Meeper to get his way.
Sometimes my cats are like having a bunch of toddlers around!
All You Need is Love
Jan 6th
Andrew and Kayli, caught in a rare instance of showing each other affection.
I swear, sometimes I think that our cats believe they are human. We have Andrew, the orange Tabby who “talks” to me constantly, follows me around like he’s my shadow, and even sits like a human, his fat creating this kind of … halo… around his body.
And when he’s not sitting like a human, he’s doing these strange contortionist poses with his body. Remember Gumby? That’s what Andrew reminds me of with his little bendable legs going every which direction.
Then we have Meeper, who apparently doesn’t like his paws to be cold and will actually put his paws under our space heater. Like it’s his personal PAW-WARMER.
Our cats are very well-loved, and they know it. They are so loved, in fact, that all four of them sometimes think they are human. And Paul and I wouldn’t have it any other way…
A Cat’s Addiction
Dec 13th
It was 2:50 a.m.
Nathan had just eaten and I had gently tucked him back into bed. I could hear his feet thumping down while he chortled softly with contentment. I walked into the kitchen to get a glass of water.
My eyes were blurry. My joints were aching because, well, I’m getting old and that’s what happens when you get old… your joints ache. It was too early in the morning. The cats were racing around the house.
All four of them.
Playing Tag or Cops and Robbers or whatever it is cats-that-think-they’re-human play when they’re feeling rambunctious at 2:50 in the morning.
I looked down as Andrew scampered past me, tail poofed to maximum capacity, his fat rolls jiggling from side to side. A tuft of his fur floated down onto my foot. With a sigh, I bent over and picked up the lone wad of fur and tossed it into the trashcan.
As I stumbled around the semi-lit kitchen, my bare feet stepped in something.
Something gritty.
Something that stuck to the bottoms of my feet.
Bleary-eyed, I looked down but was so tired I couldn’t tell what the mess all over the floor was. It was speckles of something.
It looked like pencil shavings, and it was ALL OVER THE KITCHEN FLOOR.
I squatted down on the floor, trying to figure out what this mysterious substance was when I noticed some sort of colorful bag hidden halfway under the refrigerator. I picked it up by the corner.
Unbelievable!
The cats had somehow found and drug out an old, unopened bag of catnip that was probably about five years old out from the dark recesses of the Appliance That Hides Everything.
Only it was no longer unopened.
They had sliced the bag open with sharp and somewhat talented little claws right smack dab in the middle of the bag and had scattered STALE CATNIP all over the place.
Did I mention it was 2:50 IN THE MORNING?
Cats and their ultra sensitive noses. I still can’t figure out how they managed to drag that out from under the refrigerator. Go-Go-Gadget-Cat-Arm? I mean, the catnip sat there for years.
Years!
And all of a sudden, it was discovered, ripped open, and devoured.
And I had four very catnip-drugged and hyperactive cats to prove it.
When I swept the catnip up, ALL FOUR OF THEM raced into the kitchen and started LICKING THE FLOOR. Like I had just taken away their LIFE SOURCE.
They were acting like the feline equivalent of a human crack addict. They followed me around, meowing plaintively, their noses sniffing the floor while they looked for any little crumb of their feline-drug to consume.
C’mom, cats! IT’S FREAKING STALE! And I promise, YOU WILL LIVE WITHOUT IT.
I think an intervention is in order.
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