Poor Schmedly the Cat.
It seems like if I'm home and sitting down, there must be a Schmedly in my ever shrinking lap. He has finally figured out a way to drape most of himself in front of my growing belly and then hang his head and front paws over my forearm. He can do this while I'm sitting on the couch, in a chair or using the computer. And if I'm doing any of those things, there he is.
What is this cat going to do in a few months when he is usurped? The baby is going to spend a lot of time on my lap, and there isn't going to be room for two.
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When our son and his wife were childless, they spent a lot of time and attention on their cats, Moosha and Taro. They mentioned them often when they called or wrote.
2 1/2 years ago, Vivian was born, and since then, you would barely know the kitties existed. It's not that they no longer care for them, but children are so absorbing and so much "more" than pets, that they take precedence--
a good thing, too, or you'd be feeding the kid Meow Mix, right?
heh heh- he'll sit with his back to you for a few months till he decides you haven't brought the anti-christ into his realm!
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