Boopity Boop had their first outside the hospital doctor visit this week. They passed all tests with flying colors: they’re gaining weight like a grandma on a Christmas cookie bender, they’ve grown nearly an inch since birth, their color is good, lungs are good and they’re developing both fat and muscle as hoped. They’re doing so well; their parents have been given permission to let them sleep as long as four hours between feedings. This is yuge!
I have not spent a night with them yet. Adam and Katie are adjusting to their new duties as parents very nicely. Adam was more nervous about it than Katie, having spent very little time with tiny babies but I arrived yesterday as he was changing Boop’s diaper and jammies and you’d never guess he was new to this game. He handled the chore like he’d been around babies his whole life. Some people are just fast learners.
Plus, babies are fun. Your own babies are the most fun of all.
Well, until your own grand babies, that is.
It’s still easy to tell the two of them apart; Boopity has over half a pound on Boop, but last night, as I was trying to get a burp out of Boop, she puffed her cheeks up and for a second looked exactly like her fatter, rounder sister. We’ll probably always be able to tell them apart up close but they are identical and even now, it’s easy to mix them up in photos.
The dog adores them. The moment Katie and Adam brought the babies home, she knew that her prime directive had changed from protecting her big people to protecting the babies. She doesn’t like to leave the side of their bassinets. She’s a good dog.
The cat is nervous and afraid but hasn’t done anything overtly hostile. She’ll get used to them in no time: she’s a good cat.
Speaking of cats, ours got sick over the last weekend. After a chat with the vet about the options when dealing with a 14 year old cat, I made the executive decision to make a peaceful end.
That’s the part about pet owning I hate the most. I was much sadder than I thought I’d be, since she’d been a cantankerous old kitty ever since the grand kids were born. But she was a really good cat for ten years and she deserved to be remembered as such. I miss her but have no intention of replacing her. I’m done with being a pet owner. At the moment, my kids have four cats, four dogs and four horses between them. I can get my animal fix any time I need. I’m good.
It’ll take till spring to get all the cat hair out of my furniture.
Zack thinks the minute I see another mouse in the house, I’ll get another cat.
I doubt it.