Posy Says: What Baby?

The first month Owen was here, Posy ignored him completely.  He simply was not in her orbit, or she didn't see any reason to acknowledge his presence.  After a few weeks, she began to show interest--or a kind of negative interest, at any rate.  If Owen was lying on a blanket on the floor having tummy time or kicking time, Posy would come in the room but would walk in a large arc around him.

A few times recently she has wanted to sniff his head, but I've been wary of letting her, since on occasion she would sniff my pug Tulip's head, and end up taking a big mouthful of Tulip's face-folds.  I don't want her to do the same with Owen's considerably chubby cheeks.  So Posy has had to find other ways to greet her new housemate.  Here she is taking a rest on her scratching pad while Owen rests in his nearby catapult seat:

And she is always willing to join me in the guest room while I pump, and then she gets as bored as I do:

While I am pushing Owen in his carriage indoors in order to try to get him to stop fussing, I often come across this obstacle in the road:

If you think she will get out of her sunspot to let us pass by, you have another think coming!

And the other day I was about to leave Owen's room having changed him, when I caught a glimpse of a furry little something nestled in Owen's dirty clothes hamper:

Happy napping, Posy!

What Happens When The Cats Dress The Baby

Exhausted Exotic

Posy would like you all to know that it is exhausting having her sleep interrupted by the cries of a furless kitten with an obvious thyroid problem.  How is an Exotic supposed to get her beauty sleep with all that racket going on?  Why, she is forced to sleep all day in order to catch up!

Shhhhh!  Unless you are proffering a cupcake with buttercream frosting, go away!

Baby and Bulldogge

On August 8, 2012, we welcomed Owen Martin Gares into this world, at 9 pounds 3 ounces and 21 3/4 inches long:

Or some of us did.  Others of us aren't so sure that a welcome is in order, unless it is of the "hello you must be going" variety.

Dorothy has actually been quite good on the whole.  Her dad had to get stern with her when we first brought Owen home, because she thought he might be a squeaky toy for her.  Once stern words were said, however, she seemed to realize that Owen is a tiny human requiring special treatment.

Dorothy was depressed, but now she is perhaps feeling a little better about things:

The thing that amuses me the most about her behavior is that at night when Owen starts to cry loudly, Dorothy hightails it out of the bedroom and goes and lies downstairs on the couch, until the crying stops, and she comes back.  She does not find his wails to be a pleasant, pear-shaped tone!

The cats for the most part are rather indifferent to their new baby brother.  Posy completely ignores him; and Plum is only interested in Owen's equipment, such as the cribs and strollers and whatnot.

We are all going through a period of adjustment, but are glad Owen is finally here!

Dorothy thinking back to when times were merry: