Not a Cat Bed

This is Nemo. Nemo is our cat. (And, that is my big, fat, pregnant belly he is trying to peer over.)

We found Nemo on the side of the road - tathered, wet, full of mites, malnourished - when I was pregnant with G. He was just a kitten. In fact, the vet said he was probably no more than 4 weeks old at the time.

That was 7 years ago this July.

We have lots of stories about Nemo in our house. We have stories of his brushes with death, our million dollar (or seems close to) vet bills, his tourment of our children and other pets, his payback rituals when we tick him off...Good stories.

But, there is something about Nemo that has always made us laugh.

As I said, we found Nemo when I was pregnant with G and he was just a kitten. Not long after we brought him home we put up G's baby bed. Ever since, the baby bed has really been HIS bed.

So, G never really slept in it because his room was upstairs and ours was downstairs and I was too "freaked" to let my child sleep ALL the way up the stairs. Thus, the bed remained reserved for the cat.

Then again, when Ballerina came her room was next door to ours, but when you are feeding them 10 times (or so it seems) in the middle of the night, I was not real interested in even walking her next door, so she slept with us too. And, Nemo kept his bed...

So, it seems only fitting that we we put up the baby bed again this past week that Nemo would think it was for him...See? Less than 20 minutes after the crib was up, Nemo was here.Crazy cat. This crib is for the little girl soon to arrive! Oh, well. Soon our little one will arrive and maybe, just maybe, she will stake claim!
But, until then...It is the cat's bed.