This is one phrase if you told me I’d be saying out loud even 2 years ago, I wouldn’t have believed you! And yet, those exact words made their way out of my mouth today.
I was getting dinner ready to put in the oven this afternoon. The boy loves to help in the kitchen, and he had a whisk, and so did I. He even had his own bowl in which to whisk.
He was pretty quiet for a couple of minutes, which any parent knows is typically not a good sign.
It was then that I turned around and noticed a tuft of cat fur near the living room. At that exact moment, I saw the cat speed through, with a 16 month old little boy chasing her as fast as he could go with the whisk extended.
Sophie pauses a moment while she wonders, just where is that kid...
Our poor cat. She turned 10 years old this year. For the first 9 years of her life she led such a life of leisure and enjoyment. She had both of us and a whole house to herself.
Now her days are spent running through the house trying to get away from a small child who loves her SO MUCH. While there are some moments I think she might actually like the adventure (those moments when she comes around and shouldn’t or goes into his room while he’s sleeping to torment him), her life has definitely changed, and so has mine.
Never did I think I’d have to say aloud “Please stop whisking the cat!“
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