I've had so many blog posts rattling around in my head the past few days, one of which I even got around to starting this afternoon. But I had a funny experience today that prompted me to consider the occasional muddling of my human and feline dependents. When I was pregnant I would have dreams about my unborn baby that would inevitably end with the baby turning into one of our two cats (usually Xander) by the end of the dream. One such dream involved breastfeeding. Creepy. Need I write more?
Fortunately nothing like what transpired in that dream has happened in reality, but I have been known to mix up their names, both given, so to speak, and various nicknames and terms of endearment. Like the cats, Elias doesn't particularly like it when I clip his fingernails. I came across a cat toy on the kitchen floor the other day and my first instinct was to throw it in the bucket of Elias's various rattles and teethers. And then there are the obvious similarities in the basic care and feeding of another creature.
Which leads me to what happened today. I was telling Neal about how I discovered that Target carries Earth's Best cereal, at a better price than Babies 'R' Us. I added, however, that they only seemed to carry cereal, no "wet food." What I was referring to, of course, were the corresponding jars of baby food, pureed root vegetables and the like. Like dry food (or "crunchies" as we call them around here) and canned, wet food for cats, babies, it turns out, have similar options when it comes to introducing solids. Hopefully that slip is as far as the confusion goes and I won't accidentally, after a long night, say, warm up a little Fancy Feast for the boy.
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