First Born...

This picture is worth a thousand words...

Poor old Stashu trying to figure out how to get in on a little bit of this Baby love.

My boy has really been showing his age these past few months and I spend a good deal of time fretting over his health and general well being. I really wish the timing had been better for him and he had been able to experience the new addition to our family when he was in his freewheeling heyday. The days when he could jump as high as my shoulder, was a stellar hide and seek companion, and could spend hours playing fetch with his rubber goldfish. That Stashu would have known what to do with a high energy little bundle of grabbing fingers and uncoordinated "petting".

This Stashu tends to get tired out.


This is a cat that has historically spent every waking moment by my side and every night curled up beside me...but now he has found that I come with a new sidekick that hasn't really figured out what it means when her Mama keeps telling her "gentle Rhea...gentle". It has been a transition for both of us and I have found that I really do miss him as well. This morning when Papa took Rhea to change her and give me another 25 minutes of sleep...Stashu came running into the bedroom (which has been off limits since Rhea arrived due to his not really understanding that she wasn't just a noisy pillow) and he quickly crawled under the covers to the crook of my arm. His purring and warmth was so soothing that I fell back into the deepest 25 minutes of sleep I have had in a long time. I only hope that he takes all this in stride and that I haven't ruined his golden years for him.