Before Nate and I decided to have children my biological clock had already started ticking. So, I had a great idea…I was going to get cats to fill the void. They were going to be my fake babies. That went well for about a year.
I was probably about 6 weeks pregnant when I noticed my cats acting differently. It’s like they knew something was different about me. Toby, my aloof and emotionally challenged cat became a cling-on. He follows me everywhere now. Even to the bathroom. He insists on sitting on my lap every time I used the bathroom. Gross and annoying. He makes a point to get in there before I have a chance to shut the door and just thinks it’s the best thing ever.
Lilly, my baby, isn’t a fan of the little ones inside. About a week ago while I was laying down (story of my life) he jumped up on the bed, sniffed my belly and took one paw and started digging at my stomach. DO I LIVE IN THE TWIGHTLIGHT ZONE? What in the world! I haven’t even felt the babies kick yet and my cat is trying to get them out. (Sorry to those of you who are afraid of cats, I’m sure you’ll have nightmares tonight.)
I suppose what I’m trying to say is…does anyone want a cat?
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