Toddler vs. Kitten

I noticed last night that my daughter has gotten very clingy to me in the past few days, mostly at home. Before she turned two, she had a quite long streak of being Mommy’s baby, but recently she is almost always about her Momma.

But then we got a kitty and since he is technically mine (although I qualify him as the first family pet), I give him a lot of love.

Last night, I was sitting on the couch and my daughter had to sit next to/literary on top of me. I suggested she sit next to my wife because the other side of the couch had more space. To which, she replied, “No sit Momma”. The next incident was when I was setting up the laptop to stream to our TV. I picked up Toothless and held him while I stood and waited for my Internet to stop going slow. My daughter wanted me to hand her the kitty, so she could walk it to my wife on the couch. And then, the toddler that never lets me carry her at any store anymore wanted me to pick her up and hold her.

I can only imagine how she might act when we have another child. I’m hoping by then she is more content with sharing her parents.

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New Pet and a New Domain Name

Hey everyone, it’s been an interesting couple of days. As a graduation present from my mother-in-law, I got a kitty.

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His name is Toothless (after the dragon of course). He is super lovable and enjoys to play. This is the third day he’s been home and he has definitely taken to me. I leave the living room and he comes looking for me if I’m gone too long. I am happy to have a cat again and I’m glad our daughter has a pet to grow with.

In other news, I have a new domain for the blog. You can now find this site at https://victoriaslebron.com. Well, that link may or may not work for the next few days. Now, my pizza’s almost done but I’ll make sure to post again tonight.

March 12, 2013 (Post Two)

Loss is painful. I have lost pets and loved ones. It never gets any easier. Our cat returned to the outside world today. No, that isn’t some metaphor for the great beyond. Avenger was an outside cat in his youth and maybe that was what led to today. Maybe being cooped up in a tiny studio apartment was too much for him. I will never know what caused today, but it happened and he acted in a way I have never seen in a cat. The guilt came in- we were barely home enough to give him attention and while we were gone- he was left with limited play room. He was trapped here and although it worried me to let him go outside, that was his home at one point. He had survived then, so it seems like he has a good chance.
Don’t bother chiding me about taking him to an animal shelter because sometimes those aren’t the best alternative. I feel bad enough about having to let him go. He was the first pet we could call ours. We was going to be the pet for our future first child. He was a part of our little family.
But I guess he wasn’t meant to stay ours.
I’ll miss that cat, even though he was such a pain and the least behaved cat I had ever had.
Be safe wherever you are, Avenger. May you live a long and happy cat life.