The worst night of all my post C-section recovery was when I was sleeping in the recliner (which is what I did the first few nights since getting up out of a bed was impossible). My loving, snuggling cat thought it was a great time to cuddle. She unknowingly jumped from the ground right onto my stomach with all of her might. All of that might, caused me to scream in excruciating pain, the worst pain I’ve ever felt. Advice for new moms with cuddly cats, take them to a sitter or another part of the house just in case. That is not a pain that I ever want to feel again.
Between pushing the cat off of my stomach when I was pregnant and keeping her away from me after surgery, the poor cat and I lost our bond. She now prefers Erik and greets him cheerfully every morning when he wakes up. We’re still working on our relationship. I think she can sense that she’s no longer the baby.
Speaking of Moo Moo, Erik and I adopted her one year before Kate was born. We found her on “$1 Cat day” at the humane society and it was love at first snuggle. She was our baby, very snuggly yet very playful. I worried about how she would handle having another baby in the house, a real baby. I worried that her snugglyness would prove to be too much and she would get too close to the baby and harm her. Thankfully, when Kate arrived, she really didn’t pay much attention to her. The only time she would get extra curious was when the baby would cry for a long period of time, or if she noticed little legs moving under a blanket. In those times, she was right at the baby’s feet. She was curious as to what was going on, or how she could capture those unseen moving objects. Otherwise, she pretty much left her alone.
Unfortunately, I can’t say she did the same for Kate’s socks. For whatever reason, Moo Moo was obsessed with baby socks. It didn’t matter where I would hide them; in the diaper bag, in a laundry basket or in a closed plastic container in the nursery. Moo Moo would find them. Several times, I have forgotten to close the nursery and came home from work with the sock container dumped on the floor and socks scattered all throughout the house. She’s not picky either. She likes folded, unfolded, clean, dirty, colorful or plain. No matter how many times I tried to hide them or got onto her (as if a cat ever listens), she would find more and the socks would still end up all over the house. It started to become frustratingly comical.
Today, as I sit in my recliner with a sleeping baby hugging my neck, I looked across the room to the kitchen and noticed a little pink sock on the floor. This sock, without a doubt, was stolen by our seemingly entitled feline, who tossed and chased it to her satisfaction. She then left it there on the floor alone, like a mouse that had given up the fight. At the sight of that sock I couldn’t help but chuckle and thought to myself, “I love my life.”
Between pushing the cat off of my stomach when I was pregnant and keeping her away from me after surgery, the poor cat and I lost our bond. She now prefers Erik and greets him cheerfully every morning when he wakes up. We’re still working on our relationship. I think she can sense that she’s no longer the baby.
Speaking of Moo Moo, Erik and I adopted her one year before Kate was born. We found her on “$1 Cat day” at the humane society and it was love at first snuggle. She was our baby, very snuggly yet very playful. I worried about how she would handle having another baby in the house, a real baby. I worried that her snugglyness would prove to be too much and she would get too close to the baby and harm her. Thankfully, when Kate arrived, she really didn’t pay much attention to her. The only time she would get extra curious was when the baby would cry for a long period of time, or if she noticed little legs moving under a blanket. In those times, she was right at the baby’s feet. She was curious as to what was going on, or how she could capture those unseen moving objects. Otherwise, she pretty much left her alone.
Unfortunately, I can’t say she did the same for Kate’s socks. For whatever reason, Moo Moo was obsessed with baby socks. It didn’t matter where I would hide them; in the diaper bag, in a laundry basket or in a closed plastic container in the nursery. Moo Moo would find them. Several times, I have forgotten to close the nursery and came home from work with the sock container dumped on the floor and socks scattered all throughout the house. She’s not picky either. She likes folded, unfolded, clean, dirty, colorful or plain. No matter how many times I tried to hide them or got onto her (as if a cat ever listens), she would find more and the socks would still end up all over the house. It started to become frustratingly comical.
Today, as I sit in my recliner with a sleeping baby hugging my neck, I looked across the room to the kitchen and noticed a little pink sock on the floor. This sock, without a doubt, was stolen by our seemingly entitled feline, who tossed and chased it to her satisfaction. She then left it there on the floor alone, like a mouse that had given up the fight. At the sight of that sock I couldn’t help but chuckle and thought to myself, “I love my life.”