another friend for the felines
I’ve been telling Orrie and Biscuit that their lives are about to change, but I don’t think they fully understand. Now that I think of it, I don’t think I fully understand, either, but I’m sure I have a greater grasp of it than these two furry felines… Biscuit is softing the blanket next to me, completely unaware that any day now could bring another little creature into his life - his perfectly calm, comfortable and routinely boring life. All he and Orrie know is that there’s no room for them on my lap anymore and we redecorated the guest room with a smaller bed that looks sort of like a cage…
I’m excited to see my little daughter learn to play with them, to pet their fur and chase them around the house. I’m looking forward to teaching both parties involved to be gentle, even if it means some of them being dressed up in pink doll clothes. (Now, who would she learn that from, I wonder…) I’m excited to take pictures of my baby Victoria using the cat as a pillow, she with a smile on her face and he with a “I’m barely tolerating this” look in his eyes.
I’m sure at some point she’ll try out the cat food. I’ve already accepted this as fact, I just hope she doesn’t enjoy it too much…
I wonder (as Orrie jumps onto the couch next to Biscuit and me), will the cats still want to snuggle with us once she’s here, or will they be completely “paws off,” keeping their distance from the strangely smelling, bizarrely sounding little creature? Will they know she’s human, and will they know that she is part of our family, made by AJ and me?
Oh boys, you are in for a shock, so you’d better enjoy these relaxing days now, because they are numbered!
