Beau’s favorite room in the house is our spare room which we have basically given to our cat. Her litter box and food are in here, along with random things that can’t be stored anywhere else, strollers, purses, xmas decorations, etc.
Beau enjoys inspecting her food every couple hours, and really likes it when she is eating, as he can stand right next to her and pet her/pull her fur while she eats.
Do you see that behemoth of a cat next to my sweet baby boy? Her name is Savvy. Other suitable names include Satan, BitchCat, and Dumptruck, as she is absolutely one of the the worst cats ever created. If you seen Always Sunny in Philadelphia, you’ll know what I mean when I say she’s probably related to Agent Jack Bauer in that she was born in a pool of gasoline. I know this because on the day we adopted her she bit me on the face as we were driving her home from the shelter. Two minutes into owning the cat and she had already established her role as the evil member of the family.
Due to her previously mentioned hatefullness, we were a little worried about introducing Beau to her. At first, when Beau was just a lump that needed to be held and fed, she just kept her distance. She’d watch him from afar and sometimes come by to give him a sniff. But then we gave him his first bath, and he screamed bloody murder. I think it was this moment that Savvy realized this wasn’t just another human being; it was a baby. Thus causing her maternal instincts to kick in. As I bent over the tub trying to wash Beau, she sat on the sink and swatted my head while glaring at me with a hatred she usually reserved for our Swiffer. (The cat LOATHES the Swiffer.) Later as I tried to dry him off on the changing pad and bundle him in a towel, she attacked my feet with her signature wrap-around-the-foot-then-kick-with-back-legs move. She didn’t relent until Beau was finally calm.
For the most part, Savvy continues to keep her distance from Beau, but whenever he has a particularly fierce screaming fit I can feel her eyes glaring at me, telling me I better do something quick to soothe that baby before she unleashes her wrath on my poor, unsuspecting ankles. It’s kind of funny that the most hateful cat in the world has a soft spot for our baby boy.
For the most part, I’ve been very impressed at the animals’ transition to us bringing a baby home. Both Melee and Savvy gave Beau a good sniff when we first brought him in the house, and since then they’ve all been coexisting fairly well.
I can tell Melee is bummed that his walks have been shortened and there is less room on the couch for him, but progress was made last night when he actually brought the ball to Beau in hopes of a game of fetch. I see many never ending rounds of fetch in the future for both of them.
Savvy is kind of indifferent. She generally avoids him unless he’s laying in his crib flailing his arms around, in which case she swats at his little limbs. Luckily her attempts to maim were foiled by the oversized pajamas he was wearing so she got nothing but empty sleeve.