Mama in New England

This is us, as I navigate motherhood and enjoy the amazing adventure.

We are a family of four, a cat and a dog, living outside Boston, Massachusetts. I started this blog as a way to update friends and family who are afar, but it seems to have become somewhat therapeutic & helps me laugh when I need to.

Thursday, March 29, 2012

Cat vs Toddler

There seems to be a full on battle going on in our house, between Annie, the cat and Sammy, the toddler.  She has up until now generally tolerated him.  The kind of tolerating that involves keeping one eye open and warily watching him.  He in turn, has loved her, sometimes forcefully, but there was genuine warmth.
However, times have changed.  The other day he was eating his lunch and had pieces of deli turkey, which Annie is also very fond of.  She had a little in her bowl and then was creeping closer and closer to his high chair, to the point where she was balanced on our kitchen stool, sniffing his tray.  Sam does not put up with anyone taking food from him, and he lost it.  (She may have eaten a piece when my back was turned).
She ended up outside while he finished his meal, and apparently that breach of trust ruined their relationship.
Since then, Sam has been scolding her constantly,
"No Annie!  No.  Annie DOWN."
or "Annie no eat Sammy food.  No.  NO EAT," when she is resting peacefully in a patch of sunshine.  Basically she can't do anything right.

I thought she was just an innocent party until I realized she was antagonizing him.  They're like two siblings who are poking each other while their mom is occupied.  He will pull her tail when he thinks I'm not looking.  She will sneak up and pretend she is going to    eat his food, or walk by and play with his toys when he is in the high chair and can't intervene.  Yesterday, I took him down from his high chair and he was playing, when she got up and started lapping up the remains of his soup. The entire time he had been eating, he had been telling her to, "no eat Sammy soup," and I kept telling him, "kitties don't eat soup," except I guess maybe she does now?  She will also wait until he is asleep and then get in his crib, allegedly to sleep, but really I think to wake him and make him mad.  He once fed her in the afternoons and now he refuses to do so, "no, Mama feed cat."
I didn't really think I'd have to play peacemaker between the cat and him, I thought I'd be in the clear until he had a sibling old enough to squabble with.  Now they pretty much need to be in separate rooms most of the time.

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