Dec 18 2007
Girl And Cat
There’s something about Wubert’s tail that Lucy finds very appealing, though I’m sure part of that appeal is in how easy it is to catch!
Oct 11 2007
A collage of Lucy and Wubert. An observation: both “kids” have more than their share of toys. However, they’re constantly eyeing each other’s stuff. I’ve an unwavering suspicion they spend at least parts of their days (in between naps and…naps, I guess) plotting strategies against one another, all along the lines of “how to increase my stockpiles of toys while reducing that of the one with(out) the tail.”
Wubert has basically taken possession of what was once Lucy’s main play mat (see pic on lower left.) With hopes of retaliation, Lucy is constantly trying to crawl over to Wubert’s toy box, no doubt with the singular intent of kidnapping one of Wubert’s treasured “shmackies.”
Jill and I sometimes find ourselves caught in the middle, yanking drool-soaked (human) baby toys from Wubert’s grasp while simultaneously re-directing Lucy away from Wubie’s slobber-encrusted (cat) toys. Ahh, keeping the drool separate from the slobber—just another one of those “joys of parenthood”, eh?
Sep 8 2007
When Lucy was younger, way back when, she never really noticed Wubert. However, now that the kid is almost eight months old, that has changed big-time. Lucy now finds Wubie endlessly fascinating. Whenever he waddles by, she attempts to grab his tail or stroke/grope his fur. She emits high pitched laughs and squeals of delight whenever Wubie does something clever or funny, like dry-heave a hairball or snore.
Yep, she’s so entranced by our portly feline boarder that at times I equate her ardor with what I’d imagine a teenybopper would have for a favorite celebrity. Thus, occasionally when Wubie walks by and Lucy goes gaga, I imagine it’s 1971, and a bell-bottoms wearing Lucy is following Keith Partridge’s every move—as he looks for his crunchie bowl.
Jul 3 2007
Mamamama from Mike C on Vimeo.
Just a quick video of Jill and Lucy in deep discussion. Those two can have the most animated of conversations. Occasionally, Wubert and I will hear them in another room, yakking it up bigtime.”There they go again,” we’ll complain to each other as we roll our eyes (or bristle our tail) in unison. “Girls—phfftt!”Music: “Geek Hallway” from the “Freaks and Geeks Soundtrack.”
Jun 17 2007
Well, the verdict is in–and the verdict is Wubert is cool.
Lucy has recently begun smiling at Wubert, and is learning to pet him gently. She even giggles at him occasionally. This after months of being oblivious to his presence, then wary of it.
He has always been interested in her, sniffing her when possible, and napping wherever she has been. Often when returning from an outing I’ll find evidence that every inch of her bed has been stepped on by little cat feet (dimples in the bedding, not what you’re thinking! That’s gross!).
He has always acted as her self-appointed guardian, doing sentry duty at the doorway if she is sleeping in the bedroom, and rushing to her aid whenever he hears her cry (which can be frustrating for him if she is behind closed doors.)
Now that her grabbing and grasping abilities are in full swing, he will discretely place himself just out of reach when sitting near her. Wise move!
He does allow her to pet him, and Mommy is of course careful to show her the flat open hand pet, and prevent ear or tail pulling. Of course her siamese stuffed animals get less gentle treatment…
Overall I’d say the big brother/little sister relationship is going well.
Apr 9 2007
Dad: “…and that’s why Wubert is so big. He’s got a sweet fang for cry babies!”
Kid: “No way!”
Dad: “Way! Crying kids taste better to cats, something to do w/ tears tasting like tuna treats to ‘em. I read it on the internet.”
Kid: “Oh yeah? Then why hasn’t he eaten me yet? I’ve cried once or twice.”
Dad: “He’s on Atkins right now. Crying kids are carb-city, ya know. But he won’t be on it forever, and once he’s off, he’ll be looking for a ‘crybaby crunch’ bigtime!”
Kid: “MOMMY!”
Mom (offscreen): “What are you telling her?!”
Jan 9 2007
Monday’s come and gone with no eventful news to report. I was able to work from home today, but Jill didn’t really need me. She’s a lot like Wubert right now, poking her head into my work area every now and then in between naps and trips to the kitchen. Actually, if Wubert wore red pajamas, I think I’d have a difficult time telling them apart.
Dec 31 2006
Jill caught a cold recently. Fortunately, her doctor assured us that it wouldn’t have any ill effects on the baby.
One thing the cold did do: basically give Jill carte blanche to whatever her heart desired. Here’s a partial list list of what I’ve fetched for the little wheezer lately:
She’s actually pretty clever in portraying all of her wants as vital components in remedying her cold.
“Crackers help my digestion!”
“That Hitchcock book would help me clear my head!”
“Boy, $20 would help my general disposition!”
I think she’s been taking notes from Wubert on how to get one’s way!