The other day I was sitting on my couch with my husband and my kitty. We were watching a movie and snuggling in. I sat there and looked around me and thought “I already have a family” and “I already have a baby”. Those of you who aren’t cat people probably will write me off as crazy, and that’s ok. But I LOVE my cat. Like if I didn’t have a husband, I’d be happy to go down the crazy cat lady route in life. I snuggle her, she takes naps with me, she cries when she’s hungry and she tells me when she wants to go outside and roll around in grass. She is my baby. No, I’m not putting her in strollers and walking her around the neighborhood (although I would if it were socially acceptable). 🙂
Spending the last 2 years without her was SO hard, especially when going through sub fertility. I knew that having her back in my life would help ease the pain of not having a baby in my arms. I was right, having her makes me happy. This past month has gone by with a lot less anxiety and craziness and I attribute that to having my kitty by my side.
So, until I’m able to hold my real baby, I have my fur baby, Scutero.