Bella is a cuddle bug. She got to cuddle with me 24 hours a day for 8 weeks when I was on bed rest. She was in heaven. Now she has to share. She still tries to creep her way in, though.
Other than her desperate attempts for love and affection, and the fact that she demands to be fed at 4:30am as opposed to 5:30am (if I'm up with Aaron at 4:30 feeding him, then I better be feeding her next) she's doing pretty well.
Lily, on the other hand. She has always been somewhat of a diva, but more so now. She is jumping on the counters right in front of our faces now, and also eating our food when we're not looking. The other day I walked away from my sandwich for a millisecond. When I turned around, half of it was on the floor, and she was going to town on some roast beef. And if you remember, I LOVE sandwiches. And that was the last of the really good roast beef. I also think it's safe to say she licked the chicken breasts on the counter tonight. You know it's not good when you hear a thud, and see your cat walking out of the kitchen licking her jowls. I think she felt bad about it, though. She's been following me around all night, and she even stood watch at Aaron's bedroom door while I fed him and put him to bed.
I can't be too mad at them, though. They were my first babies. Their world and idea of normal is a lot different now. They used to have all of my attention at one time. But pretty soon Aaron will be playing with them and pulling their tails. Then I think they'll miss the peace and somewhat quiet.











