Our other children…
Thank god Kurt came into my life or else I would definitely have been one of those crazy cat ladies whose dead body is only found after the stench starts annoying the neighbors. I can see it now: the cops come in to find shoulder-high piles of dusty Duran Duran memorabilia, discarded jars of Nutella and cat feces everywhere only to see my Converse-clad feet sticking out from under a tower of Saul Bellow books…
We have four cats (one more and we would be forced to have a kennel permit. Really). Two were adopted on purpose, one was found on the street and the last one, Snoop, was given to us by a friend who said, “There’s this gray kitten who keeps showing up on my doorstep. Either you can adopt her or I’ll take her to the pound where she’ll probably be euthanized…” . Oy. We wondered how the cats would react to Ben. Would they patiently stand in line to suffocate him or do it all at once? It was bound to end in disaster, yes? Luckily, they were utterly wonderful, particularly Snoop. When Ben cries, she hops in the crib and nervously circles him. She doesn’t mind when he grabs at her legs. And she thinks that all of his belongings (toys, chairs, changing table etc) are hers. Below are some examples of her enjoying her Ben’s things (along with some of the little man himself). Read more…