And how does the cat feel?

My poor kitten. His whole life has been uprooted this year, and it’s only going to get worse.

Pixel was a gift from my husband, to cheer me up when we were beginning fertility treatments. He was my substitute baby, and I spoiled him rotten, carried him around with me everywhere.

First thing to go after I got pregnant was the waterbed. We knew there was no way I’d be able to get in and out of it later on, and it probably wouldn’t be comfortable anyway, so we got a regular bed. Pixel wasn’t too sure what to make of this; the bed had been one of his favorite places to sleep.

Over the course of the summer, over half of the rest of the furniture disappeared, to make room for moving into our tiny new apartment. We had a big garage sale, and Pixel lost a lot of sleeping places and toys.

Then the whole darn house disappeared on him, and he was stuck into this strange new apartment.

Then his momma disappeared into the hospital for a whole week, and he was all alone!

Poor kitty spends the entire day laying on my side, now. I think he’s trying to make sure I don’t go away again. I keep waiting for one of the babies to give him a good hard kick!

Published by solinox

I am a Wiccan priestess, a libertarian mother of triplets plus three, a wife and homeschooling mom to blind and autistic children, a fiber artist, and a Jane of All Trades, always learning and seeking to help.

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