Parenting

I woke up this morning with one cat curled up on a pillow beside me and the other lying on my legs and I wondered to myself - am I a good parent to my furkids? Does Penny know that I like Abbey more? Does Abbey know that Penny is Dad's girl? Do they know that Penny is the "pretty" one and gets the most compliments? Do they know that I really enjoy giving them tuna because they put on such a show, not so much because they love tuna more than life itself? Do they know that Sean and I argue over whose turn it is to clean out their litter box as they are crossing their little legs and hopping around to hold in their pee as best as they can? Are we doing the best that we can with our cats?

What's going to happen when we have kids years down the road? Am I really going to want to bathe my kid instead of letting him lick himself clean? Will I really want to fix her a bowl of cereal instead of putting some kibble in a bowl on the floor beside her litter pan? Maybe by the time we get there, I'll be ready to be a real parent to real kids. But until then, I'll stick to my furkids and be the best parent I can be... to Abbey anyway. Just kidding.