That cat's a mystery to me...

I tell people that Scott and Shoes (our 15 pound cat) have a love-hate relationship: Scott loves to do things that Shoes should hate him for. He picks her up, swings her in the air, traps her in the bed, pushes her into the floor, and rubs her face, just to name a few. One might think that after all that, she would run, hiss, bite, or some other form of retaliation, but no. She usually just runs (and I use that term loosely...usually more like a fast walk) a few steps, and then will often lie down on the ground, sometimes even with a little purr.

I just don't understand it. She looks upset at the time and will often let out a mournful sounding meow, but she never takes my advice (which is "just one time, Shoes, bite like you mean it."). Instead, she seems to have the incredible ability to forgive and forget. I think it may be related to the fact that Scott feeds and cleans her litter box...and will occasionally give her treats and special food...bribing her to love him, I joke.

Today, for example, I hear Scott coming up from our bedroom. He walks into the living room with Shoes wrapped up in a blanket, not looking too happy about it. "Shoes doesn't like to be swaddled," he says (can you tell we're in baby mode here? I don't think the word "swaddle" had been uttered at the McIntyre house before March 13th). Shoes proceeds to jump out when he lets her, but then stops about two feet away, cozying up in her favorite spot by the furnace vent. I just don't understand that cat.

Why...

Does Claire cry and fight when I swaddle her good and tight, but this morning she just laid there while Scott wrapped her all snug without saying a peep? Really, this is how you repay the woman who feeds you in the middle of the night? :)

Daddy's girl

Sweet moment that I want to capture in my heart: Claire was crying, so Scott went in to take care of her. A few minutes later, I peeked in her room to see what was going on. It was dark, so I had to strain my eyes to see the two of them laying on the floor, heads next to each other, feet pointing opposite directions, listening to music on the iPod. (Opera music of some sort because Scott "wants our kid to be smart" :) Claire was wide awake, intently listening, loving laying on the floor next to her daddy. Brings a little tear to my eye as I type. Sigh....