You know how mom’s talk about feeling guilty and torn leaving their kids, while going to work? I often thought they were f’d in the head for not wanting time away from their children until my little one starting pulling this shit whenever I try to leave in the morning (and yes, my baby is a cat. Stop judging).
Ted has a perch right by my front windows that allows him to look over his mighty kingdom of the backyard. As soon as he hears the clink of my ring hit the doorknob, he immediately engages me in a stare down.
He then quickly tip toes like he’s prancing on a high wire over the windowsill with high hopes of preventing my exit.
A blur of gray appears before my eyes.
And then, I regretfully look as I draw the door shut. That face. Oh how the guilt washes over me as I gently shut the door.
Is it too much to dream about being a stay-at-home cat mom? I mean, I would be the best one ever. Just ask Teddy.