Cat Tears

So I’m sitting with Bethesda in my lap just crying and crying (me, I’m crying, not the cat). She’s so sad! She doesn’t even come see us when we get home from work.

We were afraid Bethesda would be aggressive with a new animal. A few years ago we had a child visitor who dained to crawl around under the dining room table. Under Bethesda’s dining room table. She stalked him, coming in low and slow, rather like an Anaconda. Bethesda was removed to the bedroom while I made light talk and tried not to show that, ommm, yeah, she was totally treating your kid like a furry little invading mouse morsel.

Last year friends visited with a dog. A small dog, but a canine nonetheless. Bethesda owned him in under 30 seconds.  Her house. Period.

But with Candy she is sad, slow. She won’t approach Candy or have anything to do with her. A few hisses, a little growling, but that’s pretty much died away. Now she just looks sad. And I sat and cried and cried.

I don’t know how anyone manages to have a second child.