When I found out I was pregnant and the initial "ohmygodohmygodohmygod" excitement wore off, my first fear set in. Not a weird fear like "what if the baby has webbed feet?" but an actual concern.
How will the cats behave around a baby?
The logical part of my brain thought my (already mischievous) cats might act out and wreak (more) havoc to get attention.
The irrational, crazy part spiraled into something like this: What if they get jealous and aggressive? And they try to hurt the baby? And we can't keep them and have to give them away? And their new owner doesn't love and understand them like I do? And the new owner gets frustrated and takes them to the pound? And they're too old to get adopted and so they get put down? Oh god, what will we do?
I'm pretty sure, at some point, I looked at Steven and said "I can't let the cats get put down!" and he, not being privy to my crazy stream of conscience, just stared at me like I had webbed feet.
Now that Luke is here and (sob!) a month old, I'm happy to report none of that came to pass. Not even the webbed feet. His feet are perfect.
For the most part the cats pay him no attention and live their lives like normal. You know, napping, bird watching, trying to trip me, etc. Every now and then one of then will sniff him or sit near him, but that's it. I'm guessing they will have more of an interest once he gets bigger and squirmier. They also are good about not sitting in his (soft and cat-sized) car seat, bassinet or bouncy chair. I think now that it smells like him they stay away.
P.S. I am LOVING the blogging app for my phone! I only wanted it so I could blog my labor, but it is so handy to be able to write a post while nursing.