Bastian my cat is annoying early in the morning. You might say he’s cute and beautiful and whatever words you want to use for this:
But he is making me consider slitting my veins in the early hours when I’m juggling breakfast and pee pee and dressing up responsibilities to the best of my ability and this mofo stares at me from outside scratching the kitchen door only to wait on the porch and lick his fur when I let him in in haste. Once he eats his food he claws my calf asking for more and I swear to an Egyptian cat he looks like this:
Is calling a cat “dog” counts as verbal abuse?
There’s nothing to be proud of but I did tell him: “No more food for you, dog”.
He left the room and jumped on San-Jay’s bed.
Not my problem now. Phew…
Sanj: I constantly keep finding human hair on Bastian’s brush.
[This is Bastian by the way
Me with panic in my eyes, knowing where this conversation is going: “What do you mean… Which do you think is Bastian’s brush”.
Sanj: The one in a flower room on the night table.
Me: THIS IS MYYYY BRUSH!!!
See, Bastian is my fist baby alive.
I miscarried twice (although NHS would consider my unborn babies as insignificant foetuses) and Bastian fillled the long-hurting void. He is my first baby – he let me give him love I’ve had as a mother. I remember the day when I was with him after only a few days he had been with us and he got sick throwing up throughout the whole day – my stomach was churning, I was all in tears and scared out of my mind…
He became a man a couple of months after we moved to our first house. A lion guard, the man of the neighbourhood. People in the community speak about him as if he was the Man. But when Arya was born, very often I was being asked – “Are you not scared that your cat can hurt Arya?” Or I got warnings. ” Be careful! There are cases of cats killing newborns”.
Bastian was always cautious with my baby. When Arya was born, sleeping between me and Sanj, he slept at our feet and always so careful with his paws not to even touch her. Jealous and needing love from us but protective of her.
Only animal lovers will understand this – Bastian is an older brother for Arya. Right now he is sleeping in her room, curled up on the carpet, guarding her.
Don’t get me wrong if she’s bothering him, he can plonk her with his tail or scratch her (gently, never too hard – I’ve whitnessed that) as a warning. What do you expect if someone is pushing you off the chair if you cozily dozed off (that’s the only time he plonks her). Other times – he lets her have her way. Older brother, he is.
I e got two babies and I love them equally.
Only animal lovers will get this.