No, not my mother. Me. I am the bad mother.
I’ve had my kitty for about six weeks now. She’s settled in nicely. She likes to snuggle up in bed with me which isn’t my preferred sleeping arrangement, particularly as I’m quite sure my new sneezing and wheezing is sign I’m allergic to her. She also likes to snuggle up on the desk with me as I blog… her bum on one arm, and her head nestled in the crook of my other arm. She loves snuggling by the heater with me.
So, in all this time I thought she was just snuggling, but you know what? I actually think she’s cold. Poor baby. What sort of terrible mother am I that I didn’t realise? All this time she’s been freezing her lil paws off. I feel dreadful.
So tomorrow I’m off to the pet shop to pick up her new bed (a “cat cave”) and probably to splash out on a heat pad for her as well. Poor lil munchkin. And very bad Mummy.
What has this got to do with the NaBloPoMo Theme of “Tomorrow”? Not much. In fact nothing at all, except that I’ve used the word …