The baby was more than happy to let me sleep in this morning. Instead of hopping up and down on me with her tail wagging at the first sign of any movement, she was content enough to remain curled up next to me. I think she'd forgotten that we had a new addition to the household; because it wasn't until I pulled back the curtain to reveal Memphis sitting on the windowsill did she that there was a kitty in the room.
The introductory period is progressing as well as could be expected. The baby has been trying very hard to get Memphis to play with her. Sadly for the baby, she and Memphis do not speak the same language. Her excited play pose, frenetic tail-wagging, and come-play-with me yips all must seem very threatening (or at least aggressive) to Memphis. The baby's attempt at play have been met with lots of hissing and warning mews. Luckily the baby has not yet been hurt -- though she did have a yelp-y moment when she got a little too close for Memphis's comfort. Fortunately, no one was injured. Hopefully tomorrow will be a better day in inter-species relations.
That said, two things that I hope will not be repeated tomorrow:
(1) the baby trying to bum rush Memphis in a wrong-footed attempt at play and subsequently getting swiped in the face; and
(2) Memphis tracking poo all over the place after he danced the flamenco in his litter box.
It's almost bedtime, and I'm hoping that the baby will sleep better tonight than last. She had a very fitful sleep last night, which meant that I also had a less than stellar night. She kept pacing back and forth to check out where Memphis had been hiding. Not that she could see anything from the bed since he was hiding *underneath* the bed. Didn't stop her though. Hopefully she'll (and I'll) sleep a little sounder tonight.
Live baby report: Watching Memphis explore the living room from the safety of my lap.
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