The blog about the Mog…and the baby

I’ve never actually read ‘Mog and the Baby’ but I imagine it has a very different version of events to those I experienced.

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I’d like to first of all, and most importantly, tell you I love animals. Especially cats. I was raised in a catty kind of house, always at least two and on occasion four. We never had a dog (then), so I have always been the definitive Cat person.

Before the G-unit became the G-unit, it was actually the H-unit. As in, the singular, single unit that was me. Living alone, I made a big decision at the age of 24 that I was indeed a proper grown up, and (questionably) responsible enough to look after another real live living thing.

To hell with the landlords ‘no pets rule’, my single friend and I decided over a roast and a bottle of red one Sunday,  that we were ready to become Mums. Cat Mums.

And so it was, only a matter of weeks later, we collected our kittens from a strange house full of animals…we were rescuing them from an uncertain future, and offering them our homes…we had so much love to give.

They were easy to choose from the litter…my friend wanted the fattest. Done. I wanted one ‘with character’…and so, she picked me really. The crazy black and white bundle climbing up the cage and leaping off the top repeatedly. Little did I know I would pay for that decision later in multiple pairs of shredded curtains.

Friends came to visit my new arrival. She was gorgeous, everyone agreed. I named her after a favourite alcoholic beverage ‘M’ (blissfully unaware my unborn children would be relaying their pets name at show and tell in years to come), and spoilt her with unnecessary baby cat equipment. Her pictures were in frames around the flat, and I bored my friends with cute baby cat pictures on my phone. It truly was the perfect practice for what was to come all those years later.

It didn’t stay just the two of us for long. But, she took well to the new father figure in her life, eventually. Together we became the G-unit, we moved not once but twice, and she was with us every step of the way. At my heel by day, on my head by night.

Until.

The hierarchy changed. People warned me but I didn’t believe it would happen. As we brought our first baby home from the hospital…a real baby this time in a car seat, not one in a cat carrier, something in me had changed.

In simplest terms, in the arrival of my real baby (and accompanying hormones) my substitute baby had gone, and been replaced by… a cat. A really hairy cat that was shedding hairs all over the place. And was probably covered in germs. And she just might pass on some parasites to the baby.

We, like everyone, had a tough few first months getting to grips with parenthood. It did strange things to my head, and left me in a bit of a fog for a little while. Many pieces of the former me were scattered all over the floor and took a little while to be pieced back together.

I suppose I could only do so much mothering at once, poor M. The maternal section of my brain was unable to cater for more than one species simultaneously. I was never cruel or unkind to her; she was well cared for. I was just unable to extend beyond the basic needs for her at a time I could barely look after my own.

So, what I’m getting at, in a long drawn out way, is that motherhood made me, temporarily I hasten to add, abandon my first love. It wasn’t a concious choice, or a thought through process. It just, happened.

This is one post baby symptom I am yet to see in a baby book. Am I alone in this strange phenomenon?

Now the happy ending here, is that we did regroup. As the baby became less delicate, (and my head became less delicate), slowly slowly we re-bonded. The relationship definitely shifted to more pet-owner than mother-baby (the cat I’m talking about by the way). As Tigs grew to love M and feed her treats from the cupboard, she found a new place in all our hearts.

And in the end, our cat makes our house a home.

x MMT (typed with M on her shoulder)

Animal rights campaigners stand down…no animals were harmed during the making of this family. 

 

 

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16 thoughts on “The blog about the Mog…and the baby

  1. angel2rainbows Reply

    Ha ha loved this. I have two cats and similarly amusing tales to tell about how they’ve had their noses pushed out. One has adapted well (the girl!). The boy has not. You’ve made me ponder writing my own post about it!! I would have done things a whole lot differently in hindsight.

  2. Rach Reply

    I love this and can relate to it so much. Our cat was the centre of our universe prior to our son coming along 2 and a half years ago. Sadly, he passed away not long after our son was 1, he was involved in an accident just outside our house. One of the most heart-breaking moments of my life without a shadow of a doubt.
    We now have a new cat and I can confirm that having a cat definitely makes a home and a family.
    PS. Read Mog and The Baby – it’s a firm favourite in our household. Along with Mog The Forgetful cat! #abitofveverything

  3. min1980 Reply

    Aww! We had a cat when I was a wee one, and I think my mother’s attitude to the cat changed in a similar way to yours when she had us. On a completely unrelated note, Piglet loves cats. I read him one of the Mog books this evening and he couldn’t stop pointing and shouting at it. #abitofeverything

  4. Something Crunchy Mummy Reply

    Aw I’m glad it all worked out right in the end. We don’t have pets but before the boys had rabbits and I treated them like children #bestandworst xx

  5. Kerry Reply

    Yes, I was a little paranoid about our cat when we bought our first born home, even considered re-homing him!!! I was much more relaxed with the second though and all is good in the end via #bestandworst

  6. Kat Reply

    Aw well I’m glad it all came to a happy ending. I would love a pet in our flat, especially a cat, but it probably wont happen anytime soon! #bloggerclubUK

  7. Mrs Tubbs Reply

    Glad it all worked out in the end. We had a cat when the Tubblet was born. We weren’t too worried about any germs as we figured those would strengthen the immune system and that learning to interact with animals would help develop social skills. We did buy a cat net was we were worried about the cat getting in the cot at night. The cat never went near her room once she arrived.

  8. Jess Powell (Babi a Fi) Reply

    We’ve never had a cat – my nan was terrified of them so everyone ended up more into dogs! I did worry how our family dog would be with Marianna but she just seemed really curious. Eb (the dog) ended up dying when Marianna was about two months old so I’m just glad they got to meet each other! x #bloggerclubuk

  9. cvnxena Reply

    I love this! we know exactly how you feel, your priorities shift and especially when you have your first child you have no idea what to expect – the joy of cats is that they are very independent and easily bribeable with snacks and cuddles :p #BloggerclubUK

  10. youthedaddy Reply

    I’ve totally seen this in action too…good to hear that you’ve rebounded as well with your ‘first baby’! My sister has two cats (and two kids) and the cats pretty much packed their bags and left when the babies were little…but since have completely mellowed out and are even more lovable and attentive today than they were before the kids were on the scene. #abitofeverything

  11. Helen Gandy Reply

    Our cats had their noses put right out of joint when we had the kids……they were so unhappy! Now we have moved to a bigger house and there are more places for them to hide they seem to be alot happier. Thanks for linking up! #bestandworst

  12. Someone's Mum Reply

    This is exactly what happened with me and my car when our first came along. EXACTLY. We had her for 6 years before kids and she was our baby. Then, we our son came… I just didn’t have the same devotion. She was cared for etc but it wasn’t the same. Just as I was coming round to her, when son was 2 and daughter was a week old, she was hit by a car. I still feel so guilty that I never got to really show her she was still my fur baby too 🙁 So glad you and your kitty have a better time now #BloggerClubUK

  13. Bread Reply

    I just read this in the hospital the other day! I love Mog and the baby. Good thing about cats is that they don’t mind a bit of independence.

  14. Robyn Reply

    Love this, funny and thoughtful at the same time. I’m going to guess Midori (that was my favourite at that age, bleh!) We got a dog about a year before the baby came along, and I totally agree – our relationship with her in now more pet/owner than parent/baby. As it should be! It was a tough adjustment for her, but we’re all getting along again 🙂

  15. The Anxious Dragon Reply

    Ive not had any experience of this as my fur babies came along after the kids, so there was already a set pecking order in the house.
    As for cat names, Im guessing Malibu.
    Thanks for linking up with us, Tracey xx #abitofeverything

  16. mudpiefridays Reply

    ha ha we had a similar situation although its not been resolved as far as yours has as our baby was allergic to cats. Thankfully we have a nice big conservatory with e heated floor which he loves and its my office so we still spend a fair amount of time together but he can’t come in the house unless its some sort of treat. To make matters worse Monkey loves him and he will allow the begrudging stroke ever now and again from him but only when he’s had piriton! Still he seems quite happy and we all coexist! Thank you for joining us at #bloggerclubUK hope to see you again next week x

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