Yesterday, Buster crawled up on my face at nap time. For the first time in two and a half years, he noticed that I also exist in the bed. For the first time in two and a half years, he did not purposefully walk around me as though I was some sort of plague laying in his way.
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| he looks a little leery still, but who can blame him after what I did? |
You see, somewhere around two and a half years ago, he was stretched out on my belly, sleeping peacefully. And he got kicked. He pretty much has not paid me much attention since then, not even to fake spray my leg while I'm watching television. It didn't help that I brought home a screaming baby 23 months ago, and it helped even less when that baby noticed his glorious tail and decided she needed to GRAB IT NOW!
Needless to say, Buster has been miffed at me. Stuart and Sassy thought I brought them home a fun new toy, and Sassy has taken to the baby like her own.
Zaxby pees more often on random items to let me know she's around. Since the baby calls her Rat now, I let it slide.
But Buster, the gloriously dumb fur-bag, has just hated on me like the obvious scum that I am. I mean, really? Who would do that? Get pregnant and then have the audacity to not leave the screaming thing at the pound? Crazy.
But the point of all this, is that we will be starting the New Year off on a new foot, a forgiven foot. If Buster forgiving me is any sort of insight into what this New Year will bring for us, it's going to be a good one!
Happy New Year, Everyone!
Poor kitty cat, can you imagine sleeping peacefully and getting kicked? You wouldn't like it either, right ;-)
ReplyDeleteStill thinks it's hilarious she calls Zaxby Rat LOL
When I was pregnant, my parents dog would crawl up my belly and wait for her to kick. He would sit up and move his little paws around my belly. So sweet. They are best buddies now :-)