Which is why I'm devoting an entire post to my cats. Because I'm just like everyone else. I can accept that.
Plus, Andy and I spend much of our time observing the cats and if I'm going to be discussing my life and times, that's (unfortunately) a big part.
I don't have children, and (sorry Mom) I don't plan on having any soon (unless by accident). I feel that having a kitten is somewhat similar to having a child. At least, having a kitten is more work than I was anticipating and I'm assuming a child (who can't poop or eat for itself) would be more work. Those of you who have children are probably saying, "It's nothing like having a child, they're totally different." Which may be true. Children don't have fur or pointy ears. But let me illustrate some similarities.
I have an older cat and a kitten. I have to teach them how to share. Both cats can play with the chew toy. Only one cat at a time can fit on my lap. Buster needs to learn that people are not chew toys, which is a difficulty I am facing as I write this. I'm not sure how, but Buster needs to be taught how cover his poo in the litter box. Buster is learning that the laptop is a place for writing, not napping. He's learned the hard way that just because it's in a glass, doesn't mean beer is delicious. Tipper is desperately trying to teach Buster that her tail isn't a toy. She fails in this mainly because she flicks her tail in his face.
I also have to worry about our new kitten, Buster, hurting himself. As I was trying to learn how to use a sewing machine, Buster thought the needle looked like fun. I'm not sure how he didn't get sewn to my wannabe skirt, but I panicked and he hissed, but no blood was spilled. The next day he fell off of the counter and encountered an end table on his way to the floor. Both instances he was back to normal after about 10 minutes. Which is one way that kitties are better than babies.
Time for adorable cat pictures.
Tipper enjoyed a variety of toys and liberties prior to Buster's arrival.
Buster arrived and became very self-absorbed.
Tipper was then relegated to playing with large-type books and pens.
This was a short-lived peace. Bedtime is peacetime for the cats.
