Typically Bitsy scatters and is not to be seen when we have visitors.
In fact many times people who come over wanting to see our cats never even get to see a single cat whisker in passing.
That was a close as Bitsy got...a good sniff and then she went to the end of the room to think about what all this might mean.
Tate was even more curious than Bitsy was and he got shoved away.
Luke made but the softest of baby sighs during his visit, until it was time for a diaper change.
And like all good newborns, he had to voice a protest to the process.
I thought the cats would surely clear out when the crying began...boy was I ever wrong.
All three cats RACED up to snoopervise as closely as they could....I wound up scooping up Tate and shoving Frenchie aside with my foot while elbowing Bitsy.
I'm sure they had no ill intent in mind, but changing a newborn's diaper is tricky enough without having three four-legged Aunties and Uncles trying to help.
Luke took it all in stride.
He has two cats of his own at home.
"What...are you serious? Mim has THREE cats?
Are you telling me I have a crazy cat lady for a Grandmother?"
(Luke slaps his forehead in disbelief...)
We have decided to wait until he gets a little older before we let him know that we actually have four cats.
We will try to break the news gently, after he has gotten to know us a little better.