The biggest challenge of making Catniss part of the family is teaching the kids how to appropriately interact with a cat. They are used to Peanut, who is not only bigger than them, but is also used to being man (toddler?) handled. With Faith, I'm trying to teach her the "right" places to pet the cat.
With Cordelia? Well, I'm mostly trying to keep her from breaking the cat in half to see what it looks like inside. Maybe 18 months is too young to have control over the power of your petting, but when she pets the cat, it's like she's palpating the cat's organs. I supervise their interactions, but the cat now has free run in the house (since we installed cat doors) and twice now I've come out of the bathroom after helping Faith potty and I thought Cordelia has a stuffed animal in her arms and then realized it's actually the cat.
The twisted thing is that the cat seems to like it. Maybe she's always wanted a toddler of her own?
All the stuff that cats are supposed to hate, Catniss doesn't seem to mind. All she really cares about is being wherever we are, no matter what. Screaming excited kids? No reaction. Belly rubs? Sure. Tail pulling? Not thrilled, but not leaving. She even lets Peanut sniff her all over and doesn't even do that cat growl. I can't tell if she's mentally stunted or a saint, or some kind of combination. So far the only thing she cares about is that she can't see the bottom of her food bowl. She doesn't eat a ton of food, but if she can see the metal at the bottom of the bowl, she freaks out like starvation is imminent. I rush downstairs to fill it up and she takes one bite and walks off.
OK, that's probably enough cat talk.
In non-cat news, I've been continuing to do low-impact Zumba. The hardest part of it so far is getting the instructors to understand that I want low impact, not low intensity. Zumba seems to be a popular workout for the geriatric set and some of them to need to moderation their exertion, but thankfully I just need to keep my feet on the ground.
Also, I stopped doing my PT exercises because doing them was making the nerve pain in my leg increase. I don't understand how or why, but my one instruction from the surgeon was to not do things that make my pain worse, so I stopped. I'm guessing I either had shitty PT instructions or the exercises don't mix well with working out. No one really seems to know what to do with post-surgical patients who want to be active, which is weird.
Since the theme of the blog this week is talking about my cat and Game of Thrones, here is an awesome alternative ending to last weekend's episode.
This weekend will be a mixture of stress and fun. Tomorrow is my birthday, but we're spending the day with Faith up in Baltimore at the Kennedy Krieger Institute getting her more testing about her delays. Luckily my wonderful in-laws are coming to stay with Cordelia so we can just focus on Faith and not worry about keeping an antsy baby happy. Cordelia will love being the center of attention at home for the day.
|Baby loves taking her own picture|
If you had to pick one, would you pick the movie or dinner out? Is there anything out right now that's a must see?
Are you afraid of cats? I know some people are and I almost wish I could dose the kids up with a little healthy fear without them actually getting hurt. Maybe I should show them graphic cat attack videos until they get it?