Intro To Parenting

On Friday I took Biggs over to my folks' place, in readiness for PaintFest 2010.  He can't help but be curious, and he'd follow around people and brushes and he'd try to mark the paint.  Biggs has a strong, strong habit of rubbing his little cat-lips against corners.  Can you imagine how much paint he would've ingested?  I believe I'm mentioned before that Biggs is gorgeous, but not that smart.  Not smart enough to stay away from delicious wet paint.

Momma told me Saturday that Biggs was having a glorious time, and that he and Bridget (Momma's cat) were getting on just fine.  I was only just beginning to feel the pangs of loneliness.

Yesterday Momma told me that he's not pulling out and eating his fur, that he's taken over Bridget's bed, and that he's generally enjoying the rock-star life of a fifteen-year-old cat.

You know, each time I go away, my folks keep him, and he always has fun.  So much fun that he runs from me when I come to pick him up.  So I've wondered if it would be in his best interest to just live over there.

I want what's best for the Gato Mas Fino, and I know that my bad habits and occasional bad mood are not creating the best environment for him.  I know he deserves more than me, and I agreed to let him stay with my folks until Saturday.

But I miss my little face like crazy.  I miss him so much it hurts.  I keep looking down for him.  I don't like coming home from work because there's no-one here to greet me.  I cried to the boy yesterday about this.  I don't know what to do.  I want him with me.  I want to be a better cat-friend to him.  But I know me and I am weak and I am not ready to change all my bad habits.

So what do I do?