One day Nick was out on an errand while I was home feeding the baby.
The front door opened, which I presumed was Nick returning home, but no one entered. So I picked up the baby to take a look, and apparently our indoor cats managed to open the slightly ajar door.
Though the baby was in the middle of a feed, I set him down, which of course caused him to start to cry.
When I stepped outside, one of the cats quickly came in, but the other hissed and ran away, obviously reluctant to come back. I decided that I didn’t have enough “armor” on to pick up this unhappy cat, so I ran inside and grabbed what I could.
Now, I wasn’t planning on being seen on this particular day and didn’t exactly look presentable…
So there I was, chasing a cat in front of our house in a robe and oven mitts with the sounds of a screaming baby coming through a wide-open door in the background.
Behold, the glorious sight of a new mother.