16/08/2025
When I brought my baby home, I had a thousand questions.
Would he sleep well?
Would I know how to do everything?
And then, quietly, almost shamefully… I wondered: How will the cat react?
This cat is my first “baby.”
My silent companion through anxious days, the one who slept at my feet while I was pregnant, the one who would press his head against my belly as if he already sensed a tiny heartbeat inside.
But a newborn is noisy, fragile, overwhelming…
Would he run away?
Be jealous?
Hide?
I never had to worry.
That very first evening, he walked into the room, gently.
He climbed up to the edge of the bed and studied the bassinet—long and carefully.
Then he lay down close by, silently.
As if he were standing guard.
And then, the days passed.
Did the baby cry? He rushed over.
Did the baby fidget in his sleep? He curled up next to him.
Did he coo? He placed his head against his tiny cheek.
And one day, I found them like that.
Entwined.
Asleep in each other’s arms.
As if they’d never been apart.
Since then, it’s become a ritual.
Nap = cuddle time with the cat.
He waits for him.
He joins him.
They snuggle together with a tenderness that moves me every time.
It’s not just an adorable picture.
It’s a bond. A fusion. A silent promise: “I’m here. I’m watching over you. I love you.”
My baby smiles when he sees him.
He reaches out his arms.
He buries his tiny fingers in his fur.
And my cat… he closes his eyes. He purrs. He lets go.
They became best friends before they could even speak.
And maybe they’ll never need to.
Because sometimes, love doesn’t need words.
It just needs a peaceful breath, a warm belly, and a tiny paw resting on a beating heart.
