Before Patrick and I opened the recent round of talks on the subject of trying for another SeaMonkey, Seamus began requesting siblings (yes, plural, sometimes one brother and one sister, sometimes one sister and twin brothers). In retrospect it doesn’t surprise me; Seamus’ two closest friends became big sisters in the last year prior to his asking us to breed, and he started a large preschool through which older and younger siblings accompanied parents at drop off and pick up. We’ve begun talking to him about these requests, not because we’ve decided to fulfill them, but I’m pretty curious as to how he sees potential siblings, as well as cynically wondering if he’s really bargaining for another cat.
“Seamus, baby brothers and sisters can be a lot of work. You have to stop everything and feed them and change their diapers and hold them and dress them. You understand that?”
“Why do you want a brother and a sister, babe?”
“Because I do.”
“What would you do with your brother and sister?”
“Hold them…feed them…and milk would be in my breasts and I would nurse them and hold them.”
Patrick: “Would you feed them from a bottle sometimes?”
“No! Bottles are for drinking, not eating!”
I wonder if he’ll trade wet nurse duties for diaper changing.