A couple of weeks before Christmas we got a kitten. Of course getting a kitten was all about having a furry companion for the kids and nothing at all to do with the fact that my youngest is about to turn 2 and Mummy was feeling a bit clucky. Now in theory getting a fur baby seems like a great idea, but the reality is that you are not getting a baby, you’re getting another toddler. And if you think a toddler is a destructive force where a Christmas tree is concerned, wait until your fur toddler gets in on the action!
At seven weeks old when we got her, Hiccup (yes that’s our kitten’s name) was at exactly the same developmental stage as Miss Almost Two. Suddenly I found myself having two toddlers to toilet train, and increased respect for mothers of twins. Those first few days with Hiccup passed in a blur of anticipating toilet needs, getting toddler and fur toddler to their respective toilets in the nick of time, or cleaning up the many accidents.
And don’t talk to me about the mess. I’m sure you’ve all wondered how adding just one more kid into the mix on a playdate can result in so much mess, well it’s no different with a teeny tiny fur toddler. Seriously, how can such a small creature create so much mayhem and destruction?
An all white kitty is like a blank canvas just begging to be painted on...
I’m not sure what it is about me doing the dishes that suddenly makes my kids become really needy and wanting cuddles, but it seems it’s an issue that the fur population has too. At least with Hiccup I can just pop her on my shoulder and continue with the washing up, unlike having to stop to give the kids cuddles for exactly how long it takes for all the dishwater to go cold.
There have been some jealousy issues between toddler and fur toddler over who got to snuggle up on my lap. Both of them have a penchant for having snoozes on me and neither was willing to compromise initially. After a couple of weeks of pushing by one and scratching by the other they have finally worked out their differences, with both of them opting to sleep elsewhere. [insert sad face here]
Walking out of the room inevitably results in choruses of “Muuuuuuuumy” and a forlorn sounding “meep”, resulting in me having to call out to one or all of them so I can be located. This means I never get any peace.
Especially when I’m on the toilet.
Now I have an extra pair of eyes scrutinising my ablutions, and perhaps even scoring my efforts; toddler likes to applaud me for doing wees on the toilet and tells me I’m a “gud gel”, and I swear fur toddler is doing the same when she gives me approving looks and rubs up against my legs purring her little heart out.
At the start fur toddler had night time sleep issues, just like the other toddler, but after being relegated to the laundry she began sleeping through. I know it’s a bit extreme, but I’m thinking if it works for fur toddler then …. *
*No, no of course I wouldn’t do something like that.
Hiccup is so used to being carted around in the pram that it's now her preferred place to curl up and go to sleep.
There’s been a few hiccups (hehe hiccups – geddit?) along the way, but Master 3, toddler and fur toddler have now become very firm friends. They’ve even joined forces to thwart me in the daily battle of sunscreen administration (yep an all white kitty needs sunscreen before she’s allowed outside too).
I have to admit to feeling quite mushy when I watch them playing together, but thankfully the cluckiness seems to have subsided. For now!
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**Yep I’m as needy as my kids, but at least I try to get the dishes done first.