Day 4, Just A Pet: 31 Days of Being A New Mom.

Anyone that has been following me on Instagram knows that my cat, Pipsqueak, was my absolute everything. 

Keyword: Was.

Ever since Olive came along, Pip has become "just a pet". He's not my baby anymore, or my "one and only". He's just the cat of the house that roams around and terrorizes everything. 

Towards the end of my pregnancy, Pip became a whole new animal. A beast. I mean, he was always fiesty and very much a menace, but he was still a rather sweet cat. But a month or two before I had her, and still continuing on to this day, he's an absolute hellion.



Purposely knocking things over, attacking her crib, attacking EVERYTHING, scratching the couch to pieces, jumping all over Vaughn's music gear (Which is a huge no-no), tearing at the curtains, attacking people's ankles, jumping up on the counter, digging through the compost bin, and the one that annoys me the absolute most.. Jumping into Olive's crib, thinking it's his own extremely large cat bed. Yeah... YEAH. 

Any mom will agree with me on that one (at least I hope)- Smelly, dirty outdoor cats do not go in a baby's crib. That's all there is to it. Especially since he eats and plays with dead animals all day long. And sadly, I'm not even exaggerating.. This cat kills everything that he can possibly get his paws on. Birds, mice, moles, squirrels, rabbits, a baby possum once. Yeah, this cat is a full blown killer now.

I feel bad, because he didn't start acting like this until he wasn't the center of attention anymore. The day we brought Olive home... Oh god, it was all hands on deck to handle this cat. I'm not even kidding. He flipped. It was a very, very scary and sad thing to come home to. 

But he can't come first anymore. And as much as he hates it, things have changed. My one and only now, is Olive. All of my time and effort goes into a sweet little girl, not a pesky menace of a cat. And that's just what he is to me now, a cat. Nothing more, nothing less.

Most of the time he's outside now, because we can't really trust him inside anymore. But on those rare occasions where he is sweet, all curled up and purring on my lap while the baby is napping, I feel what I once felt towards him. It's still there, but it's just been placed on the back burner. 

xo, Jess.