Here we go again … another post about my cat.
Garfield is–shall we say–not a socialite. OK, so he doesn’t like anyone except Eric and me. The sound of a car pulling into the driveway or the knock of the UPS man elicit fear in our furry friend as he scurries off to hide behind the toilet in our guest bathroom. Yes, it’s a REALLY ODD place to hide, especially because he’s likely to meet the behind of anyone who stays longer than a couple of hours.
Moving on …
So when we found out we had a bun in the oven, I worried that we were going to ruin Garfield’s life. Could he learn to like another person IF that person was itty-bitty? Did he know I was pregnant or did he think I’d been eating too much kitty chow? Was he one of those cats whose shelter description should have read: would do best in a quiet household with NO KIDS or other pets?
So when we brought Emily home, I dutifully whipped out a tiny hat with her scent to present to Garfield. He was cowering behind the toilet (the grandparents were here–see above) so I left it there and periodically checked in on him and let him discover that the same baby scent was also on my hands. The experts claim this is the best way to introduce pets to babies and although I was skeptical, I could see in his eyes that he understood.
When the coast was clear and he ventured out of the bathroom to see what all the commotion was about, he was curious, not scared. He peered into her Pack n’ Play and studied her. The look on his face said: What is that?! He even stood up on his hind legs like a begging dog to get a better look and sniff the tiny being in the crib.
He approached Emily with caution and ran
for the hills upstairs during some of her early crying spells, but never went far or stayed away long. He wanted to be with us. He wanted to be with her.
And soon he was everywhere we were–our new family of three–morning, noon and night. Keeping us company and helping us through those tough first weeks by being our
golden orange ray of sunshine. Darting in and out of Emily’s polka-dot curtains during nighttime feedings and trying his best to engage us in a game of chase. By my side during the workday–looking after his girls.
But alas, Garfield’s love is unrequited because Emily has yet to acknowledge him. But the day will come soon enough when she’ll be chasing him around the house yelling Gaa-field, Gaa-field!
In the meantime, Garfield decided to adopt a kitten of his own: a Border Collie stuffed toy that he dragged out of the guest room and hauled to his upstairs scratching post–twice. It’s been there ever since and Garfield periodically “mothers” it.
So ends our “tail” of how Garfield became a big brother AND added a third person to his circle of trust. Not only was his life not ruined, but he lived happily ever after.