Battle of the Floor Dwellers

I believe the last time I spoke about Baby A and our cat was in this post. I have also spoke about their relationship here and here.

It has been like any relationship. At first they had to get used to each other. One of them (cat) was pretty nervous and cautious. The other (baby) oblivious. (Sounds like a man doesn't it?) After a while they became more comfortable and even enjoyed each others company. But inevitably they became too comfortable and started getting on each other's nerves. One (cat) was territorial while the other didn't understand the boundaries. “This is my spot on the floor. I always lie here. You can have the rest of the house to yourself but this spot is MINE.” This telepathic message was met with squeals of delight as she closed in on his space.








They are learning to co-exist but the process is slow. There have been some incidents. The cat has put up with plenty of fur removal but there have been times when she has felt his teeth on her skin. She cries and but then gets over it. And goes back for more. I actually feel more sympathy for my cat than I do for her. Although she's young and doesn't fully understand I do give her more credit. She can be gentle and she needs to learn how. I can't be there all the time so if Casey has to defend himself, so be it. I trust him. So far he hasn't crossed the line. He has always been careful when teaching her a lesson. They do love each other, I can tell. They just don't know how to show it. They remind me of elementary school kids with a crush on each other.

As for me I am now dealing with two floor dwellers making messes, knocking things over and getting into trouble. It's twice as exhausting as before. Still I can't help loving them both like crazy. And crazy is what I'll be if I survive these next few months of destruction and chaos.