I explain all of that to say that I'm a little nervous about how Sir Beckham is going to react to having to share my lap. He's very used to getting exactly as much attention as he wants, when he wants it. And whether it's a human or a dog, I'm nervous that instead of seeing a new playmate, he might see a threat. We don't really want that, we just don't want our family to remain this small forever... we want to grow. His highness came to me from a home with a small child, and he was kind of ignored there. I hated that they didn't have enough time to give to him that they gave him up.
I just read through the last paragraph, and I realize that I am absolutely the neurotic crazy cat lady that Saturday morning cartoons warned us about. But I'm totally alright with it. All I can hope is that by the time we bring a new baby or dog into our home, I can figure out a way to not have the pet-owner guilt of "not loving my cat enough".