When I first got my cats, they were my babies. I adored them. I let them sleep in my bed. I fed them only the finest gourmet cat vittles. I never wanted to leave town for fear the cats would be lonely. I refused to date men who were allergic. Who needed men? I had my cats! I even gave my beloved Persian, Truman the middle name, “Boyfriend.” In other words, I was on the verge of becoming an eccentric cat lady and I loved it! All I needed was a few more years and ten or twenty more cats. Not hard to conceive of considering I was accumulating cats at a rate of one per year.
So you can imagine the outrage I felt as my friends began to have kids and I watched my formerly animal-loving pals abandon their furry friends one-by-one as a baby (a human baby) entered the picture. I watched in horror as the cats and dogs were slowly neglected. How could these heartless people cast aside their “babies” for those screaming, fleshy aliens? The human babies weren’t even cute! At least kittens are cute right from the get-go!
Well, life took a curve ball and I met this guy in New York … yada, yada. I guess you could say he rescued me from a Purina-speckled future. Four years later, I gave birth to a baby girl and in an instant the cats were pushed aside. I’m ashamed to say I’m now guilty of the crime I had chastised so many others for committing.
Now the cats are lucky if they get pet. Sometimes I forget to feed them until they are clawing at my legs. I can go away and never even check in with the cat sitter, whereas before I had kids I was calling ever few hours. I simply don’t have anything left to give. After a day of parenting human babies, I am just DONE. Once you have kids, it's hard to have energy for any other being … your cats, your husband or even yourSELF!