I’m in love.
Sure, he runs across the kitchen table, nips at my ankles and appears clinically insane after 5pm, but so do my kids. And I don’t keep them in a cage at night (yet).
You may recall I recently lost one of my cats. His sister has been a bit lonely, and it just so happened that Husband’s coworker had a pregnant cat.
I thought maybe my sad kitty girl and I could be pepped up by a new friend.
So far, so good. Kind of.
The kids are enamored.
I swoon over Grendel‘s* adorableness & playfulness.
*1000 points to all of you nerds who get the name reference without having to Google it.
Everyone who sees him immediately starts talking in a reallyreally high pitched voice squealing about Who’sAGoodBOY?!?!
But there is one drawback:
Husband is using my affection towards the new kitten as a reason to bug me about having another kid.
Over my dead ovaries, Dude.
And to make it even more fun, he’s doing it solely in front of his mom.
Nice try, Apple Pie, but it seems I lost the key to the Chastity Belt I strapped on this morning. Sorry! At least I hear abstinence does make the heart grow fonder.
I was an anxious wreck preparing for a new kitten, for crissakes. I wasn’t sure I could commit to something I needed to toss dry food & fresh water at once a day, who shits in the privacy of a box and cleans himself.
I would lose my MIND if someone dropped a kid on my step/birth canal that wasn’t of the 4-legged mewing furball variety.
Which now means that in order to get Husband to drop this ridiculousness, I’m gonna have to start giving The Cutest Kitten Ever the cold shoulder when he’s around.
Sorry, Grendel. It’s not personal. It’s vaginal.
I’ve been reduced to being the kind of person who is mean to kittens, all because Husband thinks I’m a great mom who should continue reproducing despite the fact that I’m hanging onto my sanity by a thread with the kids we already have.
I’m trying to prove to the father of my children that I’m not as good a mom as he insists I am, all because of an adorable, harmless kitten.
This can’t be normal.