Caroline Golon is a busy mom of two young girls and two rascally Persian rescue cats living in Columbus, Ohio. She’s passionate about animal welfare and creating happy households with both kids and pets. She’s a regular contributor to Vetstreet.com and other pet-centric sites. You can read more about Caroline’s adventures with kids and pets at her site, Crayons and Collars.
When couples who once doted on their pets become parents to human beings, the pets may get shuffled lower on the priority list. It doesn’t mean they’re loved any less, but parenting humans is tough work—it can be exhausting and all-consuming.
Yet I love my cats even more now that I have two human children. Here’s why:
They offer quiet companionship. When both of my daughters were infants and I awoke in the dead of night to feed them, I was never alone. One or both of my sweet cats would wander into the room to see what was happening, often hopping up on the chair with me as I rocked the baby back to sleep. I was exhausted, sometimes near tears, but my feline boys were always there with me.
They have never-ending patience. My cats have accepted their new human companions, who are now three and six years old. They’ve watched patiently as the girls grabbed at them as babies, staggered toward them as new walkers, ran after them as toddlers and tried to carry them around as preschoolers. Of course, through the years, we’ve always supervised interactions and made sure neither the cats nor the kids were in danger. The cats tolerated changes and unpredictability, and they still want to be with us—snuggled on the couch, on the back of the chair during story time and even sometimes in one of the girl’s laps. It makes my heart swell that they give such unconditional love.
They’re easy to care for. Compared to little humans, cats are easy to care for. Popping open cans of cat food and scooping the litter box is nothing compared to trying to devise healthy meals for a picky preschooler, or constantly wiping bottoms.
They teach valuable lessons. My cats taught my daughters at an early age to be gentle. The girls have learned to move slowly around animals and to respect their space. I see this when my kids politely ask to pet strange dogs or carefully approach other peoples’ cats when we’re visiting.
They’re still my babies. As my kids grow and become more independent, they don’t always want to be picked up or cuddled. They have their own lives, and I’m learning to adjust to that part of parenthood. But my cats? They’re still my babies. They still need me and want to be around me as much as possible. Everything changes so quickly but through everything, they’ve remained the same sweet, loving felines they’ve always been. And I love them more each day because of that.
Beginning Wednesday, December 17, clothing and accessories retailer Forever 21 is offering a collection of animal-themed apparel. In stores and online. $1 from the sale of each item will benefit the ASPCA’s life-saving work for animals nationwide.
The collection, featuring short and long-sleeved graphic tees and a hooded sweatshirt, will be available through November 5, 2015 while supplies last.
The holiday season is in full swing, and whether you’re almost done with your holiday gift shopping or you’re just getting started, we have some ideas for making this season extra-special for your furry friends. In Part Three of our Holiday DIY Series, we’re sharing an easy-to-make dog toy from BarkPost. Grab a few old T-shirts and your kids to help out with this fun project. This toy will keep your dog busy during family festivities, and would be perfect for a game of tug-of-war.
T-Shirt Dog Toy
Two T-shirts Scissors*
Cut 2-3” wide slits at the base of your shirts. After you’ve cut your slits, just rip or cut along the slit to create strips of fabric for the next step.
Gather your t-shirt strips and tie off one end.
Divide your strips into thirds and braid them together.
Once you’ve braided down to the other end, tie up the bottom and cut any straggling t-shirt strips.
I adopted my service puppy in training, Finnegan, from the Marshall County Humane Society in Indiana at 10 weeks old. I have Spina Bifida, and I'm training him myself. He is a great help to me, and when he gets a bit older, he's going to help me do pet therapy at our local nursing home. Finn has learned to open and close doors, take my jackets off, pick up various items, pay at the stores and many other commands. Finnegan is so smart that he was sitting and laying down on command within 15 minutes after I met him. Finnegan is 15 months old now, and I don't know what I'd do without him.
Guest blog by Mary Dell Harrington, co-founder of the parenting blog Grown and Flown.
'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse; The stockings were hung by the chimney with care, In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there. (Clement Clark Moore, A Visit from St. Nicholas)
Clement Clarke Moore’s poem, A Visit from St. Nicholas, is a Christmas tradition that never grows old. I think of his lines while I carry boxes of ornaments from the attic and begin to decorate hearth and home. When it is time to place the pine roping over the mantle and hang the stockings, I do so “with care” for everyone in our family, including, of course, our dogs.
Once the tree is up and decorated and the stockings in place, we are ready for the holidays. Soon, kids will be home from school for winter break and we will greet out-of-town family with big hugs. Amidst the merriment, though, households can easily tip into a state of festive chaos giving family pets plenty of opportunities to find trouble. With snacks spread out on coffee tables—at perfect grazing height for dogs—and suitcases overflowing in guest rooms, inquisitive pups will search for both edible and non-edible treats.
Our family’s pack now includes eight-year-old Moose (pictured above with his stocking) who has been known to snatch many a peanut butter sandwich left carelessly on a counter. Our younger dog, four-year-old Gus, has an unfortunate taste for socks.
This holiday season, amidst the presents and the feasts, the cards and the decorations, I plan to use Moore’s poem as a way to remind my family that our dogs cruise for their own Christmas treats. For Gus’s sake, I will ask them to please remember to hang their stockings and, especially their socks, with care.
He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle, And away they all flew like the down of a thistle. But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight— “Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good night!” (Clement Clark Moore, A Visit from St. Nicholas)