18 Weeks and 1 Day...

I've discovered recently that I'm being "groomed" for fatherhood. Heather has a cat aptly named "The Iz". Her real name is Isabella Josephina, shortened to Izzy Jo, shortened to Izzy, shortened to "The Iz". Those of you lucky enough to have met her know that somehow the strange name fits the strange cat.

I say I'm being groomed because I've been warned the soon to be arriving child will be leaving messes for met to clean up from the day she arrives. (Please note that at this point I've abandoned the he/she and am going only with she until we know for sure.) Whether it be a poopy diaper, spilled milk, or a random not good enough teenage boy she brings home, I will be in clean up mode for the next 18+ years. Which brings me to "The Iz". We both lovingly refer to her as our daughter, but in reality "The Iz" has become nothing more to me than a walking hairball factory that occasionally acknowledges my presence when she can see the bottom of her food bowl. Otherwise she ignores me unless she's peeing on my cloths.

It still gets on my nerves but I've learned to walk into a room expecting to see a mess that needs to be cleaned up and only to be thanked by finding another one tomorrow. The same will be true with baby "b", the difference being, I will get the reward of watching her grow up and become a great person, hopefully keeping me close by along the way.

By the way, if anyone's looking for a well mannered cat with a sweet disposition, let us know.

Rob and Team Heather...