A couple months ago, my mom drove to Florida with the bubbies. She asked for my advice on how best to do it, since I’ve driven to Florida with kittens before, and to Tennessee with an adult cat (I’m located outside DC).
My cats were my babies long before my daughter arrived. The addition of a human baby only meant our family was getting bigger. However, I had to endure (and still occasionally endure) negative comments and doubts about all 8 of us being one big happy family.
If you’re a first time mom like me, you’ll be bombarded with comments like “you’re in for some surprises,” or “being a mom is a whole new experience,” or my favorite (read: least favorite): “taking care of a baby is completely different from taking care of cats.” Maybe if you’ve never raised neonatal kittens…
Can cats tell if you’re pregnant? My husband didn’t seem to think so, but I believe they had some idea. Even before physical indications, like when my belly began growing, or after we turned the guest room into a nursery, I think they could tell. Cats know our smell, and I can only imagine the smell of my hormones changed. Not only that, but having had a particularly difficult first trimester, my behavioral and emotional changes that were out of the ordinary probably alerted them that some change is coming.
Bitey lying on my belly around 12 weeks, when I barely had a bump.
Clue may beg to differ, but I had a great time last weekend at the Super Pet Expo.
A month ago, Rook was scheduled for a dental cleaning.
Again, I apologize for being behind on writing, but I do have one announcement:
A fellow cat lover and friend mailed two books to me around Finals Period, which now that I’m on Winter Break, I’ve had the chance to read.