I had just slipped into the nursery and peered down at the baby. Eyes closed, finally. But his bear blanket was half draped over his face. What if he smothered himself in the middle of the night and I didn’t realise until it was too late?
Naturally I shifted the blanket.
And woke the baby.
Little blue eyes blinked oped and stared up at me. Had I really just gone and fucked everything up? Before he could start to wriggle about and do anything that required me to take him out of his cot and deal with his grumpiness (cute he maybe, but that kid could scream when he was tired), I stepped out of his line of sight and left the room.
Just down the hall the cat watched me with suspicion.
“I didn’t expect him to be so easily disturbed.” I told the cat.
Of course it didn’t respond. If it had, we’d have a nice long chat and share the babysitting duties; mostly, the cat would entertain and I would do the hard jobs that required thumbs. Now there is a new idea, a babysitting duo. One human and one cat. Why hasn’t this been done? Just imagine Disney flapping about for the rights to the television movie. Soooo writing it.
Anyway, went back in and checked on the baby and he was sound asleep.
Sigh of relief.