Category Archives: the feline

so it begins…

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This morning, while indisposed nursing Zack, our cat was getting ready to knock over a glass of water on the other side of the room for a drink. So I yelled, "Abigail! Zachary! Cameron! Zump! Whatever your name is . . . NO!" I knew this was bound to happen.

big bully

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So, I interrupt this blogging break to share a little story about what is happening right now in our house.

For almost 15 months, Abby and Zump have been peacefully co-existing, acknowledging one another’s company, and occasionally extending kind gestures (ie. a little pat on the back, a nuzzle, a "hi kitty"). However, something has changed over the past week. Suddenly, Abby seems to have noticed that Zump has a tail…and since then, nothing has been the same. Our poor kitty has now become the victim of a toddler, who seems to pull his tail simply for a reaction. What makes matters worse, Abby is getting pretty good at the whole walking…and running thing…and she can pretty much keep up with him wherever he goes. His only defense? The coffee table, which Abby still hasn’t mastered crawling under without banging her noggin repeatedly.

Poor, poor kitty…

little parrot

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Well, its starting. Our little one is beginning to pick up on the things we say, and use them against us.

It started with Zump (our cat). He had been a little anxious over the last couple months and had been picking at this certain rug in Abby’s room. Whenever he began to pick, Josh or I would raise our voice just a notch, and say "No, no" and quite often clap our hands. Well, we finally caught on to his anxiety and purchased a Super Scratcher for him, and the picking of the rug and furniture has stopped (hooray!) However, now when Zump begins to pick at his Super Scratcher, Abby will rush over to him, and yell "Do, do". Just yesterday, she added clapping to her reprimand, which gave me and Josh a great laugh.

Well, that’s all dandy, except now Abby is beginning to say, "do, do" to her mommy and daddy. "Do, do" when she doesn’t want to snuggle, eat what’s in front of her, or have her diaper changed.

Here we go!

Josh, Erin, and Zump

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Thanks for making it here and seeing what we’re up to. We figure this is the best way to stay in touch with all of you. But, let us say right now that we would LOVE to hear from you. So, let’s start it out…

First…

Meet our son…Zump!