My first baby was born years before January this year. I’m talking about my furbaby – my cat. Over the last two years, she has consumed most of the photo space on my phone. And if my husband didn’t put the kibosh on my obsession, I would've probably been a cat lady. So when we announced to family members we were expecting our first “real” baby, I remember my mother asking us how we thought our cat was going to handle the new addition.It was like asking how our first born was going to react to getting a sister.
But really, it wasn't a question. By asking, my mother was telling. She might as well have come right out and said, “I think you’re going to have to give the cat away.”