If I had a dollar for every time I've heard, "But mooooooom, I have a cat on me!" I'd have enough money to cure the world of Seinfeld reruns.
Truly, I would do the world THAT fantastic of a service. I'm a giver like that.
Alas, no one pays me to hear Alexis use the cats as her excuse for not doing anything ever. She can't empty the dishwasher. She can't go to bed. She can't get up and go to the bathroom, which is funny, because what exactly does she expect me to do to help her with that one? Whatever it is, I'm not doing it.
The arrival of Mila and the fact that she is nearly always attached to me has been the nail in the coffin for the cats. They were unsure which human is their favorite, but now they are all Team Alexis. That Tiny Human makes noises. Scary noises. Scary cat-threatening noises. So, they avoid her and, by extension, me.
That means wherever Alexis is, you will find Max and Kiara. (Ali is a whole other issue -- she's too busy stealing pacifiers to pay attention to where humans are.) The human-worshipping cats take turns acting as feline blankets the very second that Alexis sits down.
She loves it.
It's driving me insane.
Because ... THIS.
That's part of how the Daisy Photo thing started to go south.
"But moooooooooom! Kiara wants to sit with me!"
I'm calling it now -- Alexis is going to grow up to be a very serious cat lady. She's going to be the sort of cat lady who wears t-shirts about cats, uses cats as an excuse to stay on the couch all day, and who posts photos of cats on the internet all of the time.
In other words, she's going to grow up to be me.