Maude

Yesterday, Alex and I adopted a cat. I am now acutely aware of how new moms and dads must feel, if to a lesser degree than true new parents of a flesh-and-blood child. Not only is my cat the cutest, smartest, most perfect kitten ever to have lived, but she is also the most curious, and the funniest and the most photogenic.

Today, she and I napped together. It was amazing, she just came right up to me, sat down on my chest and promptly fell asleep. As did I. About an hour later, I woke up and Maude (our perfect baby angel’s perfect baby angel name) was nowhere to be found. I freaked out in ways that I cannot adequately describe. I searched all over, and when I couldn’t find her, I pictured all sorts of grotesque things that might have happened. Had she gotten caught behind the book shelf? Did she squeeze through a crack in the front door? On the verge of tears, I called Alex, who told me to calm down and look under the bed. She was there. And I was so relieved. I picked her up and sternly said, “Don’t scare Mommy like that ever again!”

And then I realized that I had become that crazy woman.

When Alex came home, he had 3 bags of cat toys and treats. He had the a look of absolute joy on his face as he opened all her new presents. That’s when I realized that he had become that crazy man.

We keep discussing how this was the best decision we’ve ever made. We can’t stop looking at her and cuddling her and being crazy “parents” who worry and dote and are generally unglued.

Be prepared, Internet. We have already taken hundreds of pictures and we’ve had her for just under 24 hours. We have an entire Facebook album dedicated to her. Because we are slightly unglued and she is the cutest kitty baby angel to have ever lived.

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