Cat In a Cart

OK ... So I'm a complete dork.

Not only did Emma and I go for a car ride, but we decided to stop off at PetSmart and do a little shopping.

Do you know how odd it felt to be walking down the aisle shopping with my cat? It was one of those, I've been brain washed into thinking that this is not kosher moments. Every other step, I expected someone to tap me on the shoulder and say, "Miss, you and your cat are going to have to leave now." Instead people were stopping me to comment on how pretty and well behaved she was, as they gave her a quick pet and inquired after her name. And there I was, the proud Momma.

It reminded me of how it used to be going to the grocery store after KC was first born. The entire time we were trying to shop, complete strangers would come up to us, admiring and cooing over how cute KC was with her head full of jet black hair and her angelic little face. And at first we were like every other parent, eagerly answering all the standard questions, still a little bit in awe ourselves over what we had created. Eventually however when the newness wore off, being stopped every two seconds became tedious. We did after all have shopping to do, and strangers trying to touch the baby gave us the creeps.

Still it was an interesting experience for me, as well as for the other shoppers. I'm sure they were all quite impressed with the lady who was talking with her cat in public as if it was going to answer. It's too bad I didn't realize that was what I was doing, until I noticed someone giving me a queer stare. Aye yi yi ...