You. Game now!

In what is surely an emotional, last ditch effort for our cat, The Cheat, to secure his place in our growing family (our baby is way past overdue), this morning he woke us up tearing down the hallway, frantic and panicked, landing on our bed in a ball of fuzzy relief, finally untangling himself from his voluntary confines, as if to shed them there on purpose.

I looked down and found myself looking at my Xbox microphone headset that I'm pretty sure the night before I had left in the living room after a 2 a.m. gaming session.

I got it. I knew what trying times were ahead for our little kitty and that he too had realized his impeding future state: restless nights in bed with us getting up for baby issues. Less petting time. Not as many indoor/outdoor transitions at his beck and call. Dire times are ahead for our only "child". How much time would he lose with us? Our attention could not possibly handle the strain of another!

But worry not, little kitty. With such devotion, such verve, actions such as this will never lead you to a life of unappreciation and lonliness. No, you will always have a place in our laps...and our hearts.