Cats and the Human Baby
The clue is in the name of the business really, but I am a lover of cats (in case that wasn’t obvious!). We have three cats in the house, all of which were around and very much established before the arrival of our little boy, or as we refer to him with the cats, “the human baby”. We have two female cats (who came from Cats Protection as kittens), and a male cat that we adopted as a stray (another story entirely of the shaggy dog variety – the cat is also quite dog-like). The male cat is extremely docile (or as we call him, bomb-proof) and succumbs regularly to the daily pestering of our 1 year old (who is also quite cat-obsessed, like his mummy, and whose first word was “cat”). At best this ranges from stroking to cuddling (where he lies his head on the cat to cuddle him) and at worst to the cat having “CAT” screamed in his face at point blank range to having his tail pulled – which we strongly discourage as parents, but haven’t yet managed to eradicate from our wayward todd